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He wants to protest that his "A Country Christmas" album is nicer music but its hard to make coherent thought when the doctor is attacking all his most sensitive areas with those unrelenting teeth. He's certain the man can feel the fluttering of his heart, beating so quickly against his chest. Not from panic but from the sheer excitement he feels just from that suggestion.

He does protest when he feels Byeong-Lee's hands go up the back of his shirt. He is indeed a lot stronger than he once was. He's a soldier after all. He has to be in peak condition, all lean muscle where once he was a bit soft where he had finally managed to fill out after too man years of not eating properly (either due to lack of money, lack of food, or just being too damn scared to even manage to eat). "I'm still not eating properly." He mutters. "Unless you count defac food proper." Because the base cafeteria and then the rations he gets over seas that consists of MREs is totally proper and healthy.

"Besides, I have a weight I have to maintain." But he's still letting the man pull his shirt from him. He even lets go and stops swaying in order to lift his arms so the shirt can come off. And he knows once upon a time, his body had been a real mess. Sometimes, he'll look in the mirror and wonder where all those battle scars had gone to. Now though, he's smooth. Pristine. His body armor protects him and his job as a sniper usually keeps him out of blast zones. There's just that little fleur birthmark right in the center of his chest.

"So...Doc... do I pass inspection." He teases a little, once his head is free from his shirt.