With her touch came the tacit permission, so Steve automatically adjusted her hand so that it was properly holding his arm. Then he blushed. "Um. Sorry. This is... more comfortable."
He gave her another curious look. "Is that your name, or your title?" Steve was used to doctors - more than he would have been willing to admit. Enough that at the word, a touch of defensiveness had sprung up, and he was holding himself a bit more defensively.
But he hadn't met a woman doctor before. Women tended to be nurses, and Steve trusted nurses. His mother had been one, so it came naturally.