"Ladies love battlescars," Renwick affirmed, though he didn't believe it. He hadn't spent years dealing with spell damage without seeing the face of a lover when they see their partner's incurable curse marks. Eighty percent of the time, even though they attempted to play it off, he could see the regret in their eyes.
He tried to keep his expression professional but friendly at Ernie's embarrassment. "The idea of takin' all the samples now is that I get a perfect map of your body in this moment. That way if we make any progress I'll be able to tell its cause of some of the stuff we've been doin'," He explained, "That, and I want to test to see if you'd be passin' on the virus should you, er, procreate in the near future..."