"Thorough is the name of the game, Mr. MacCoinnich." Sage chuckled. "Burns really ought to be checked, how did you get them?" Sage could flirt and get her job done at the same time. It was a skill that was relatively new to her, but she ought to practice a little bit. Men were simple creatures and she was not above exploiting the baser instincts. If he needed her to check beneath his shirt of burns, who was she to say no?

"Do you mind removing your shirt, so I can get a good look?" It couldn't hurt too much, based on his cavalier demeanor, so Sage was in no real rush, even though burns were not to trifle with. She would feel terrible if he was in pain and she was too busy ogling his handsome face, and physique to notice. How awful that would be! Sage had always prided herself on making sure she held herself to a high standard of care. Mr. MacCoinnich was certainly making it more difficult than she had ever anticipated.