Her first instinct was to freeze a little. Sage had dealt with plenty of forward men in her line of work, but normally they were not quite this charming (or good looking) enough to pull it off. She was torn between being strictly professional and being a woman. He wasn't making it any easier and he knew it too.

She would not be cowed by his forwardness and so as she opened the salve, she pushed back into his space as forcefully as he had started their little tête-à-tête. With one hand, she slid her fingers under the shoulder of his shirt to move it out of the way and with the other, applied the salve to the worst of the burns as gently as she could. "Better?" He hadn't seemed too uncomfortable, but Sage always worried with burns that they would get infected, it happened so easily and despite the flirtatious nature of her care at the moment, she was still concerned about that.