Master.

Look what the cat dragged in.

Hm.

[The Master gets a fistful of Valerie's hair, forcibly guiding her towards the closed doors.] Open them up.

Kneel. Or do I have to make you?

Why don't we verify that?

Or...

I bet you look good in tears too.

Open up.

Is that the best you can do?

Got quite an attitude, huh?

This, I simply must see.

Or on your knees.

Hm. We'll see how I feel.

You'd make a pretty decoration for my royal chambers.

What a catch.

[Snatched.]

I'll be as careful as I like.

Give.

You can trust me.

What're you taking there?

I loooove tinkering with my toys.

Fascinating... Just fascinating.

That's the right answer. Give me your hand.

Good girl, come along.

I don't need to call my guards?

Annie.

Won't you accompany me to the palace?

I beg your pardon?

Mmhm. And what do I call you?

The Sith? My my, aren't you quite the fascinating relic?

Wonder what else that tongue is capable of.

Now I'm curious.