[ It's through the same sort of luck that has Missy from near the end of her own life span, the point in time where she's only a fraction more amenable to the idea that just outright killing someone is probably not the best idea. Or most likely to make the Doctor frown and with eyebrows like those it's one for the ages!

That doesn't stop the Time Lady from rolling her eyes as what sounds like Beethoven seems to be happening. That or some kind of torture; it's difficult to tell. Regardless of Missy's opinions though the noise seems to be doing the trick and her smile widens just a fraction. Whatever is happening, whatever those things are can't seem to tolerate the Doctor's idea of musical harmony. Then again give it ten minutes and Missy will be joining them.]

That's right, not even this place can put up with that racket. Now —

[ Wait, what did he say? That was rather out there and pretty much left field. Missy can barely contain the glee at such a thing being said out loud. Merry Christmas!]

You mean to say we're not in a relationship? You're breaking my hearts.