Ian grinned. "Sorry to disappoint you, sweetheart." Not that he was typically too ethical to sleep with patients; he just generally waited until they were no longer patients, and they usually weren't as many years younger than him as Miss Morgan was. He did have some sense of morality.
"You'll see. Gotta go, apparently there's someone down the hall with weird purple pus-filled pustules everywhere. Fascinating." He sent her a quick wave as he darted out the door.