This wasn't the first time Lucas had been in a clinic. It wasn't even his first worst patient. It certainly wasn't the first time he'd had someone start taking off their clothes in an effort to get him to look at this odd scratch, dent, mole, freckle, spot or whatever on their body in front of him.
Once he even had a man undress completely so he could get a look at the mysterious looking splotches all over his skin.
Which turned out to be from self-tanning lotion that he'd accidentally borrowed from his wife. The poor embarrassed soul.
So while Lucas's eyebrows shot up to the ceiling as soon as the tall, dark-haired and brooding began to shimmy his skinny jeans down, he wasn't totally taken back by this turn of events. He did take Mr Rune's concern about leukemia seriously though. Casually, he dropped his gaze to where the man was jutting his exposed naked hip out. There was a dark spot there.
"Hm. Well, may I?" He held up a hand, asking permission to touch the possible lesion. In the meantime, he pulled out a few gloves from his pocket and snapped them on. "It's hard to say just by looking." And he could tell that Runes had already had a few tests done recently from the brief look in his file before coming in. "Have you had any fever or felt cold recently? Any other bruises?"
That hopefully were not under those pants that looked like they were glued on by teenagers from Hot Topic.