( the good mood isn't pervasive, but he doesn't find it as off-putting as he's sure those skulking around the clinic would find it; they wouldn't enjoy the thought that their doctor might not be taking their plight as seriously as he should. but having to deal with garaki, back home, has numbed him towards that kind of insanity, that kind of indifference, that kind of giddy wonder at the marvel--or pain--out of other people's bodies. so he doesn't really mind the way that esi seems absolutely delighted to have a test subject, a puzzle to figure out--a jar full of blood and flowers, to eventually dissect and disseminate.

the more troubling thing is the way that esi is sitting so close to him, leaning into his space on the bed, and with a hard swallow, he forces his gaze down into the opening of the jar.

sure, whatever. blood magic, now that he knows it exists, shouldn't be the only thing the body can use to create it; that concept makes perfect sense to him. but there are a limited number of additional fluids that the body can create, and he's sure this guy isn't talking about snot magic or anything like that.

a tickle, up the back of his throat, has him spitting a soft glob of blood into the jar again--no flowers. )

Cut the rambling and just get to the point. ( that's probably his answer to that question--eyes narrowed, he looks up at esi again, finds him peering carefully at his face, and jerks his chin down. )

You're saying, what, you need some other fluid for your magic? That's fine. Fix it.

( he doesn't seem all that concerned. what, is the guy gonna have to give him a handjob or something? )