Adam laughed, his hand carelessly tightening around his still-hot cup. He cleared his throat, fleetingly uncomfortable with the assumption, in part because it had more than a little basis in truth. Some people - men and women alike, he had learned from personal experience - did indeed develop a sort of attraction to those who had helped save them, or had simply been there in a time of need. He and his co-workers all had stories to that effect, tales of having received flowers and cards on 'anniversaries' of various near-misses and almost-tragedies, of past patients turning up unexpectedly at work. More often than not it was remarkably uncomfortable, but it was a known hazard of the job. But it seemed a crass and potentially self aggrandizing thing to say; he let it go with a small shake of his head, his abashed smile twisting to a good-natured smirk. "Not entirely," he said, dark eyes flickering to her bright blush. "The uniform's not all that flattering."
The change in topic was a welcome one; unaccustomed to being in the spotlight, such as it was, Adam appreciated the opportunity to talk about his newfound acquaintance again. "Salem," he repeated, earnestly interested now. "I bet it is pretty different here. Having actual seasons must have been nice, for one thing..."