"Well, yes. I suppose I am," he said in surprise. It wasn't something he'd thought about in years, but he and Robin Hood did share a home. Although they also were several hundred years apart, and Robin Hood might not even have ever existed. But that was splitting hairs. "Although I must admit I am more than a touch less dashing than him. And the fair maidens much more self actualised," he added with a hint of a smile playing around his mouth. He hadn't realised that he was so obviously in a foul mood, and was quick to paste a happier expression on his face. It wasn't the nice woman's fault that he hated doctors, she was just attempting to do her job to the best of her abilities. Who knew how many horribly rude people she needed to deal with on a day to day basis?
"That is no trouble at all, I don't mind waiting a bit," he said, leaning a bit on the desk as he did. "I just have a hate/hate relationship with people with clammy hands who insist on poking me," he added with a shrug. "I'm not really that glum, promise."