Oh, I've no doubt you can lift a leg faster than you out to. All the tests that would have you fit to tie a knot in your knickers came back clean, love, so no worries there. It's your iron you need to be a bit more concerned with. Low levels. I can prescribe you some ferrous gluconate, but it'd be just as easy for you to pop in a shop and grab them yourself. And I hope you're not talking on your phone and driving, Bob. That's a one way ticket to an early demise.

[There's a moment where Bob can likely hear a strained groan that's covered up before a sigh follows.]

Bob, do tell me you're being safer with yourself than to be unprotected in your fun. There's far too many nasties floating around that are either long term or permanent. Humanity has come quite a long way from sheep intestines to some very interesting options for protection. I imagine you can make it fun if you want to.

I'm a doctor, Bob. I'm well aware of the ins and outs more than you think.

[Of course, the fact that he wasn't what he purported to be at all and was not only more aware, but more experienced in all manners of things Bob could only dream of, well... that was neither here nor there, was it?]

You're an edger, dove. You live by and on the edge. I can see that from the last physical you got. Don't be daft with it. Now, would you like a prescription for your pills or do you plan on just grabbing some from the chemist's?

Consider me flattered. And if the next appointment involves a prostate exam, then that'll likely happen anyway. Nothing to be embarrassed about.

[He shouldn't be taking the piss like this, but Bob was... well. Rowan considers himself 'heteroflexible'. He generally preferred women, but some male would come along and remind him of the joys of both genders. It was hardly frowned upon where he came from. Especially not when gender was the least of differences between partners.]

Take it with Vitamin C. Less stomach problems that way. And Bob...?

You're not exactly hard on the eyes either, dove.

[Hearing the reactions from the man driving was making him laugh to himself, though he kept it quiet. It was a good thing the rest of the staff had gone home for the night and this was the tail end of his daily rounds of work. Imagining Bob actually looking forward to his next exam tickled him.]

[What was life if not to take chances with? The point of living was to experience things, and Bob had carried that contained energy of someone that wanted things. He didn't know the man's whole story, only what his body and blood told him, but there was a tale there.

And so what of it if he happened to like confidence? Lies were impossible in his kind, but there could be a twisting of the truth to make it seem like anything but. Bob was more straightforward than that, amusingly so. Rowan was locking up the office, phone tucked in at his ear as he debated that very loud, open-ended question.]

Depends on how far away you are. Time for the doors to close here, but if you're close enough, I can wait around to scribble something on a pad for you.

Let's make it a challenge. If you can make it here before my key turns in the lock, I'll do more than scribble on a pad for you. I'll do it naked, after a few hours at my place.

[Bob was young enough and on that edge enough to likely want to take him up on it, and Rowan hadn't had company in awhile. The itch to touch and be touched was starting to creep in under his skin.]

[He'd been waiting at the door, because of course he was cheating. He'd been all but ready to leave when the offer had been made. He opened it and held up his key, slipping it into the lock so Bob could see it, then locking the clinic closed.

Hitching his pack up on his shoulder, he made his way over to Bob's vehicle.]

It appears as if you've bested the challenge. I suppose that means I'm to be held to my word.

[Coming over, he saw that smile and he shot one back, a little anticipation starting to lick along his mind. The comment shot after had him detouring from where he'd been angling towards the passenger side to come over to the driver's.

He stopped there, looking at Bob and gave him a slow smile. His hand lifted to brush under the rasping edge of his jaw.]

I don't get pressured into doing things I don't want to do, Bob. I'm far too old for that. My home, then we'll see if you're up for it. Which is to say, I'm not one to put you on the hot seat if you're not up for it.

[Bob had very nice eyes, and Rowan focused on that, showing his appreciation in his own before he moved to round the front of the vehicle to get in the other side.

He also gave Bob his address, which was a bit more midtown.]

You say that now, but you just wait until you've got a few less layers on.

Two from the end of this block. There's underground parking if you want to make sure your kit doesn't get messed around with. Unless you trust the street.

[Rowan didn't often drive. All the iron in most vehicles could wear him down after awhile, but he wasn't so weak as to burn from the touch of it. He'd make a shit doctor if he did.]

The question is, how long do you plan to stay, dove? A few hours, or the night?