"I asked how you were doing?" he drawled. Ehlena put his chart down on the desk and took her stethoscope out of her pocket. "I'm very well." "You sure about that." "Absolutely positive." Turning to him, she said, "I'm just going to take your blood pressure and your heart rate." "My temperature, too." "Yes." "Do you want me to open my mouth for you now?" Ehlena's skin flushed, and she told herself it was not because that deep voice of his made the question seem as sexual as a lazy stroke over a naked breast. "Er...no." "Pity." "Please take off your jacket." "What a great idea. I totally take back the 'pity.'" Good plan, she thought, or she was liable to feed the word back to him with the thermometer. -Rehv & Ehlena"