That came out of the blue, but her training wasn't one hundred percent completed yet, so instead of her hands going behind her back they went to his wrist, holding onto it as though to get his hand off of her hair, which was what it would have meant about a half a year ago.


A split-second later and she'd collected herself, arms moving behind her back, wrist over wrist as though cuffed. She screwed her face up in shock--though she really wasn't shocked by anything like this anymore--and squinted up at him. "Y-Yes, Doctor! I do!"


She let out a little cough, having felt under the weather lately but in no way not up for another romp...with a practical stranger, no less. But he was a doctor and he seemed to give a shit about Birkin just like she did, so why not? If Birkin found out--which he most likely would--he found out. He wasn't there to dictate her life, he'd said. There was nothing standing in the way of her and this.


And, to be honest? After the week she'd had, after her encounter with Albert, this didn't seem like a bad idea, not at all.


"Y-Yes, anything you want, Doctor!"


Hopefully that wouldn't include experimentation. She had a feeling Stein knew Birkin woudl inject him with something nasty if it did.