you see a lot, doctor.

"Below?", that was an unexpected answer and he thought for a moment. Using his visual imagery, he found an answer, but did not utter it. "I have just the thing.", straight to business, just the way he liked it. Didn't even have to expend any energy on useless pillow talk. He began to advance, but paused as he realized she was speaking again. It was curiosity alone that allowed his brain to function at a high enough level to process what she said.

"Lost someone? Many someones? ", he paused to think about that, but what did he care for the affairs of others? "Well, that's nice.", he meant to say 'that's too bad' with a bit of sympathy, but his true apathy was uttered instead. Was she talking about death? What a turn off.

"Here, I have just the thing to fix your feelings.", he tried again. He resumed his advance, and attempted to mount her. If successful, he did what any man would do in that situation: what he had intended all along. Hormones like these always fixed 'feelings'. If anything, he was doing her a favor.