He turned his hands, wrapped his fingers around Avon's sleep-warm ones. Avon was always confident... sometimes overly so. But he did have enough knowledge about his type of android that if need be, he could defend himself.

Maybe.

"He has already gotten what he wanted, Avon, and threw the Doctor at me after obtaining it. The only thing that can possibly be done is locate him before he accomplishes his final goal... He is planning on recovering the Master."