Better an honest villain...

[Rassilon does not look pleased. At all. And decides to show you all the insides of a closet.] I will not wear this. [Why, yes, he does plan to run around in his Time Lord robes, unless someone persuades him not to. Totally a good idea.]

This is ridiculous.

[Friends filter Private to Omega]

Where are you?

[...He misses having more than one person to send messages to. Perhaps he should ask that human -- Vasilia? ...No, no point. And still not talking to you, Doctor, apologize first not that he wants you to go away]

Do you truly think an entity powerful enough to procure a ship like this, to bring all of us here, make deals with some, all without causing any apparent ill effects to time and space, cares about your complaints? Or would be frightened by your threats? You're just wasting your time that way. He probably doesn't even listen.

[Private to Braxiatel | Video]

I hear you got rid of that terrible excuse for facial hair? Did you finally decide to listen to me, my friend? [He smiles brightly.] Really, if anything you should get a proper beard. Moustaches are for villains.

[Look! There's James Bond Rassilon - in a suit. And younger. With more hair!] While I gather that many of you are faced with more unfortunate effects of this flood than I, I find this new attire most disagreeable. And where are my robes? I better get them back when this is over. [They're his favourites! He came to the Barge wearing them, so they're a connection to Gallifrey.]

[He sighs.] This will not last long, will it? I rather like the hair...

[Private to Arthur]

What about my tafelshrew, Arthur? You have not forgotten to make the request, have you?