Osias was glancing towards Charls every now and then as he jotted down a note on the pad, taking the sample and he began to remove the cartridge that held the blood. There was no point in letting it spoil, after all the trouble that Charls had gone through to come down to the medical wing.
Osias had taken a step towards the refridgeration unit but paused, turning slowly in place, eyes darting along Charls's features and Osias raised his brows. "That depends. Valence in psychology or chemistry?"