Micah Castro Braden // Doctor Watson, I presume (acatalyst) wrote in bellumlogs,
Her assurance that she was perfectly able to take care of herself was met with a low, rumble of a chuckle. It wasn't precisely discounting, but it spoke to an ingrained belief in male and female dynamics that was centuries old. The fact that she didn't give in and hold his arms tighter or lean against him, however, was noteworthy.
The ripple that went through her back and spine was perfectly noticeable, and his fingers flexed against her body almost imperceptibly. "It isn't invasion of my privacy if I'm offering, is it?" he asked, then continued speaking before she had any hope of answering. "Five minutes will mean another two days off that ankle," he said surely, and he gave her a look that warned of impending trouble - all dimples and devious smile.