Theodore merely blinked when Bomba's shirt came off, more surprise than anything else. He was no longer fazed by nudity, especially not when the person was healthy. He spared a glance for her tattoo, and nodded. "Very nice," he said. "And no, I'm not here for a drink, but thank you. I've had a long day and I'm here to look at your wound, Duke."
He leveled his gaze at the drunken rock star, then looked down at his leg. Yes, he could see bloodstains, right where the knife had gone into his leg. He'd been right in thinking that there probably was a real need for his skills, even if Duke hadn't realized it. "Sit down and let me look at it." Glancing at Bomba, he added, "We could go into another room for privacy, but I'm guessing that isn't an issue."