"I know how sexy doctors work," he says with a grin. Marcus is smiling, laughing? That's all that matters, especially after his earlier fuckup. "I've watched lots of internet videos for extensive research- hey, why are you the only one that gets a show?" He paws at Marcus' hips, the towel there, but won't pull it off without permission.

But then he senses the vulnerability in Marcus' voice, and that's always a precious thing, when people trust Midnighter-- the killer, the sociopath, the fighting robot-- enough to bear their throat. He listens, attentive, eyes wide. "Alien abduction? 'M sorry if I spooked you."