No, he probably wouldn't. He'd probably bear it stoically and take only verbal potshots until he'd devised a clever escape plan. Andrew, on the other hand, is panicking at the thought of being stuffed in a cage and at the mercy of this old enemy.

It's like beating on a piece of furniture -- the Master doesn't even seem to flinch. Andrew stills as they cross the threshold, the frenzied attempt ending as quickly as it began. "No...." he breathes, eyes wide as he takes in the console room.