When the Master next came down to check on it him, it had been at least a day and a half. He was in his dressing gown still, hair ruffled from sleep but still in a very chipper mood. He'd spent most of yesterday nailing the curse and now he was ready to prove he could do it, to show he could conquer magic after all.

But, first, he had to take care of the basics. Humans were like keeping a pet. They needed water, food, maybe a walk. He was going to have to skip the first one but he could be kind, he could share some food and maybe a little water.

Coming down the stairs, he flicked on the light and came towards the bound man. He looked a right state but the Master knew he deserved it. This was what men who tried to hurt him got and Barty would soon learn his lesson and be a good little follower. Holding a bottle of water in one hand, he came to a stop in front of the figure and unscrewed the cap.

"Want a drink yet?"