Half Pint, lying on the examination table, feels the medic's gloved hand probing his body. The medic's touch, intended to be clinical, sends waves of pleasure through Half Pint. The medic, noticing Half Pint's growing erection, pauses, then leans in, whispering, "That's not a temperature I've seen before." Half Pint, blushing, responds, "It's not fever, doctor. It's... desire." The medic, unable to resist the invitation, slowly peels off the glove, revealing his own eager cock.