Callen raised his eyebrows. "I don't know who they've got treating you, but my Healer the last time I was here was quite hot. Supermodel hot." Actually, she'd been around sixty-five and grandmotherly, but Tracey didn't need to know that either. "What do you consider a 'superior type of takeaway', Miss Davis?" he asked curiously. He'd need that information to file away for later.
"I know, I know. But if it keeps you in that bed where you need to be for now..."