Look at his face, keep looking at his face, that's it MacMillan... It took every ounce of will he had not to look down and verify the size of Roger's bat, which wasn't exactly well-hidden as he was still just wearing nothing but his underwear. He was starting to be really glad he'd come wearing healer's robes - they hid so much after all. Though maybe it was him and he'd want to try it again sober this time? Shite, shut up MacMillan and get back to working. There's no shagging the patients!
"Well, you look fit to me - I mean, fit to play, that is. I really can't say without seeing your chart, which Wesley still has. How about I talk to him and compare notes, and we'll let you know by the end of the day, all right?" Ernie was already trying to figure out what to do after he left Roger's, plans that so far included having a chat with Wesley and taking a very cold shower.