Sunny positive outlook. Yes, that was what had him give a high-pitched shriek the moment Barty's hand so unexpectedly ended up between his legs. "Merlin!" he yelled and wrapped his hands around the chains to give himself some leverage to scramble backwards. He barely managed a few inches before his back hit the stone wall.

He had been determined to suffer the inevitable with dignity, but he had been prepared for pain. He shook his head rapidly, never mind the nausea.

His eyes, wide and frantic, searched out the Master. "Master! This is not... Please, this is hardly..." What had he said? Give him what he had been expecting? "This isn't what I expected and I'm not," he swallowed hard, "I'm not defeatist, just..." Please call the lunatic lapdog off. Please. "I never disobeyed you!"