Dottore's laughter came first. A sharp, delighted things utter wrong in the moment. He tilted his head back reveling in the sound as if you had just told him the most fascinating joke.

"Oh? Oh." His grin widened, eyes gleaming with something wicked.

"How marvelous. How... predictable." He took a step toward you.

"Did you think I wouldn't expect this?" His voice was velvet and knives, amusement dripping from every syllable.

"Betrayal is such a wonderfully human thing. And yet..." He paused, tilting his head. "...I must admit, I had hoped you would prove me wrong."

His lips curled but something flickered behind is eyes--too fast to catch, too fleeting to name. Then before you could react, he was closer. Too close. He lifted a hand to your face, fingers hovering just above your skin--almost gentle, almost affectionate.

"Tell me." He murmured, his voice dipping into something far softer.

"Did you enjoy playing the part?" The warmth of his breath ghosted against your skin.

And then--a snap. His grip tightened around your jaw, sharp and sudden, forcing you to meet his gaze. "No matter." His grin returned, sharp as a scalpel.

"In the end, a failed experiment is still useful" Then with a sudden laugh he released you, stepping back before he turned and added, almost playfully.

"Let’s see how long you last without my mercy."