Do No Harm

"Oooo! This is really good!"

"Lucky guess on my part then?"

"I can promise you I'm a not as criminally inclined as my costume's inspiration,"

"No? Pity. Might have been a bit of a laugh if you were lightfingered at least."

"Dance with me,"

"That's a dangerous ask, love. I'm likely to tread on your toes."

"Have you ever had that happen? Like a 'is there a doctor in the house' moment?"

"A few times, yeah. Last time was on a flight actually. Pilot went into cardiac arrest so they asked over the speakers if anyone was a doctor."

"I guess that means you're permanently, unofficially, on call. Ready to save the day at the drop of a hat,"

"Such is the nature of a medical oath, in some people's eyes," he agreed with a nod. "But cardio matters are much more... unreliable in terms of whether I'd be able to intervene successfully, I'll admit."

"Well...that's alright. I'm happy to drop anywhere you'd like me to."

"I am rather enjoying my Barry's, so I'm not sure a sudden live saving effort would be ideal."

"Well..." Max drawled, with a contemplative frown. "Would that involve life saving? Mouth to mouth, perhaps?"

"The chest compressions are normally more vital, in fairness," Ciaran replied quickly.

"People suddenly feeling the need to drop dead...I mean."

"Mmm, fate is far from a gentle mistress," Ciaran replied a touch gravely. "But I'm not off getting pissed or anything, I'm just drinking tea. It's hardly going to impare me."