"Huh. Cool. Whoever discovered that should try to farm therapeutic spiders. Best job ever." Even as he chattered idly, Leandro did as he was told and stuck two fingers over the cotton swab. It seemed so easy for potentially dirty blood. No different than usual. Then again... "Hey Doc? Should I be, like... trying to throw this away all safely just in case? You have a sharps box? I'm not sure where I should put it." He sort of frowned at the cotton ball, covering it with the rest of his fingers.
While Cal took care of the rest of the considerations, he also considered the invitation to ask him questions. Nothing to hide, huh? That was bull if Leandro ever heard it. Everyone had something to hide. Still, he wasn't one to turn down an invitation like that. He took to it with a little grin. "Fine. You seem like a smart guy. All even-tempered intellectual here. What are you in for?"