"You look very nerdy with your glasses on. If that helps? Or like a sexy nerd. My lab people tell me there are those." And he believed them. They did all that SCIENCE stuff. Which he used later under a different identity to save his butt.

"I love you, too, querida. But we're gonna have to work on you listening to Three Dog Night. They've got some great songs to drink to." He glanced down at his closed zipper. "I find most medical professionals prefer not to see my penis. Unless there's something wrong with it. But I've had daily checks. Sometimes multiple times a day. My nurse says it's fantastic. Or so I assume from her screaming my name. Also, commando on patrol is not advised."

He shook his head slowly. One of his fighting styles had a lot of bouncing and moving. He liked to keep things snug in that case.