Missy just rolled her eyes at Clara. She was like a kitten trying to show off its claws - fierce, but ultimately pathetic. Missy knew perfectly well how the Doctor felt about her, and Clara was wrong. "You know nothing," she quipped, quoting popular culture.

She leaned in and brushed her lips against Clara's forehead, leaving a crimson lipstick stain behind. It was perfectly ordinary lipstick; Missy just felt like marking her for all the Doctors to see. "Enjoy the party, Clara. I'll be seeing you again."