My name isn't Doctor Dick.

Almost immediately, the doctor lets out a groan. This had not been what he hoped for: a lecture of shaving from someone less than half his age. If his wife was even a fraction of the devil he portrayed her to be, perhaps she would’ve bodily shaved it off in his sleep.

A mildly reproving glance met that comment.  Had he just compared her to…?

It wasn't the fact that he was left to his own choices when it came to preparing the woman's meal, but pondering upon whether or not she could be granted utensils with her twinges that left him hesitant. He'd have to feed her too, to be safe... He had not missed parenthood, and yet even after twenty-five years he still had to watch over a bunch of--

Scoffs. “Nice to see you too asshole.”

“C’mon, sweets. Don’t lie to yourself. Calypso’s hot as all hell.

She gave him a quick two fingered salute to his order, having been admiring the bodywork– Of the car, not the Medic at her side. Once she settled herself inside, she reached over to work free the belt and assure that it was locked in place, secure, and that there wouldn’t be any chance of slipping free should the worst happen.

He'd close the door with her entry, the stroll to the driver's seat a swift one. While she would straddle the passenger's seat, very clearly flirting with the dash of his car, the doctor spent no time gearing up his vehicle for departure. Only when he was pulling out did his attention vaguely reside on her person through vocals. It had been years since he had become anyone's mannequin, nigh decades since entering a mall for the trivial idea of clothes shopping ever breached the weaknesses of his mind.

“Mac and cheese.” Eli replied without even thinking, it had been a pretty big staple since she had been living with her Dad. “But pizza is always nice too– We only ever get take out’a that since…Well, fuck, ya think anyone here can cook that shit from scratch?”

"Me," Nico scoffed. "Pizza is not a hard thing to make. The real issue to be had is fools eating raw dough and expecting it to settle within their stomach like a bee on roses.

Reflexively giving a small wince and shifting his thigh a bit away from Noemi’s touch, Noemi’s words still managed to spur on a look of confusion from the Sniper. “You know my name..?” He questioned, eyebrow raised slightly. “You been studying up on the medical charts or something?”

"Indeed I do!" Her voice sang, lilting with the movements of a fluid, ecstatic body. Attention skittering along her work station in the form of a light blue pen jotting down information, those heterochromic eyes flicker from between her paperwork and her patient. "I've seen you before, silly!"

Twitchy fingers eagerly traced the cover, pausing to caress it momentarily before flicking it open clumsily and beginning a new note.

He gives the note a brief glimpse before a drowsy hand ruffled at the back of his head.

She snorted a laugh, throwing her bike jacket over her shoulder and leaning her weight a little onto one hip. “Oh is that so eh? I guess if ya wanna seem even more of’a pedo f’a hangin’ out with me.”

Ohh.. Oh he couldn’t be serious? By the looks of it, he certainly was, and it drew Eli up into a small chuckle of laughter, following along with his motion with a small half skip to get back to his side again.

"Time for you to learn how to soothe the savage beast, then.” Nico sneered, his destination reached with no faltering in his resolve. “Plus, I don’t work here. If it goes up in flames, maybe they’ll call me in for emergency support.