He took note of his weight; it was ten pounds less than before he'd lost Vesper. Maybe her death had done a number on him after all. He walked over to the table and sat back down, legs dangling on the edge as he waited for whatever she was going to do next. "I bet you give the best hands-on care known to mankind. You seem to know your way around a man's anatomy well, and that would be good enough for me." Oh, he knew about wanting a job done right, you do it yourself. "Ah, can't say that I blame you there. If you want to make sure everything is in order, best keep the vigil yourself. But the offer will stand should you change your mind."