Oh right. Manners. His mother would be appalled. But she wasn't here. And cryptic notes really didn't warrant good manners. Frankly, it was bad manners--in his opinion--to send a cryptic note in the first place.
He relaxed a little when she introduced herself. "Oh, so you're Caleb's doctor." He snorted. Oh god. If this was about Caleb, the answer was no. Flat out. No. "Okay, okay. I get it. I guess I'm just glad I didn't get a burlap sack over my head." Wouldn't that be a treat? He paused to sip his coffee, "This isn't about Caleb, is it?"