Whitefish River Red Sun Rises Like an Early Warning

His request was accepted, naturally, Ira knew it all after all and it wasn't a too strange of a request given his circumstances - but he still was rather excited to have her approach so near. He had promised to keep his flirting down to a minimum, and hell, he had been doing great so far... and yet, he did everything to keep his mouth from running in that direction of french tipped tongues lathering the air.

And? What's the prognosis, nurse? Nervously he asked. Now would be a terrible time for him to just have some random wound from bumping into something, if he could sweat, it would be pouring from his brow and down his face by the bucket. He'd move and contort his body around to make sure Ira would have the best view possible of anything hiding beneath any folds of skin or fur.