Perhaps if the Master weren't so horrible, someone might want to show affection toward him. Honestly; the last time Handrew trusted the Master in James's clothing, he got mercilessly mocked.

Something slowly dawns on him. James feels...different. Frowning, Andrew doesn't unwrap himself from around his boyfriend, but tries to take stock of just what it is.

"...Something's different," he says. "Are you a different temperature?"