Mika felt a thrill of renewed determination. If one path didn't work, another might. The fire of Fauna's encouragement still warmed his chest, now mixed with a renewed, shameless mischief.
He looked down at her, a sly smile growing on his lips.
"Now, Patient Fauna." He said, his voice taking on a serious, professional tone. "Could you do me a favor and spread your legs out for me and hold them right there, so that I can see and check out what's in between them?"
Fauna looked up, momentarily startled, her medical brain kicking in.
"But why, Mika? There really is no need to check there, right? It's not like that place has a pulse or anything like that." She said with genuine medical concern.
But Mika simply shook his head, utterly grave.
"The doctor's orders are always right, and a patient cannot deny what the doctor says. You better spread your legs, or else...you'll get an injection!"
