"Oh...alright." His eyes followed Charls, watching as he hung the coat up. Right. Men of action! He was one too; even if he got lost on the finer points of life at certain periods of his life, more distracted than anything. Quickly moving to a desk, Osias snatched up another pad, letting the clip board be set down before he plucked a pen up.
When Charls stepped in close, he gave a shake of his head and nudge the man lightly, walking around to lead him to the sterile and cold metal examine table. The paper and pen were set down, just in case he needed to take notes and Osias moved quickly aside to rinse his hands in a nearby sink. "Not at all! Comparison is key and blood does change, you know. Our other samples are old." And the doctor knew he had not answered the question but now, with gloves donned, he collected a fresh syringe and began to remove it from the packaging, smiling at Charls.