His brow furrowed briefly, but he nodded when he (thought) he caught on to what she'd said. "Yes," he agreed. "It ... I try not to do it too much; it annoys the other doctors." Or he assumed it would, at any rate; he'd be a little put out if things suddenly weren't where they had been the day before.
He glanced to the papers he'd been sorting through before he glanced back to Harley. His lips parted to protest, but since he wasn't sure what, exactly, he was protesting yet, he thought he'd wait it out and see where it went.
So he shrugged and retrieved a metal bowl from under one of the cabinets. Setting that beside the gloves, he regarded her expectantly to see where she was headed with this. "Is that ... sufficient?"