Rassilon smirks in return and merely, lazily, raises his gloved hand. The Master blanches. Does he ever take that thing off?

Rose's little act of rebellion comes as a surprise to them both, Rassilon emitting an undignified croak and collapsing to hands and knees, and the Master sliding the human another look, this time a little impressed in addition to the bewilderment.

And then the guards are upon him, no longer wasting time with the cuffs. Instead, one of them swings his weapon around, clipping the Master in the temple before he can properly react, and sending him down as well.