Anders' grip was equally strong. A man was nothing without a strong handshake. Well, he might still be nothing if he had one, but there was just no hope at all if he was lacking.
He tilted his head. "Dental," he repeated. He hadn't heard of that specialty before, but it was still respect worthy. He shrugged simply, still smiling. "Good on you. Musta been educated and everythin'." Anders himself was one of the glorified butchers, though he'd learned some tricks and improved his basic skills on the battle field.
At the admonishment, Anders grinned. "Ah. It don't sound like I'm ever not gonna be injured. And I wouldn't let that rob me a' that swimmin' hole. I've never seen so much water in my life, an' it's not even for anythin' practical! Just for fun," he shook his head and let out a low whistle. The comment about the ladies' swimming attire earned Doc a chuckle and a wink.