The warmth of her hand at his chest only caused his heart to beat faster. Thoughts spinning a mile a minute, Mohinder couldn't remember the last time he'd received this kind of attention. It was refreshing, and to be honest, he was relishing every second. They'd just met; this wasn't logical... but love and desire never claimed to be logical in the first place. As cliche as it sounded, he was getting lost in her eyes. Images of her falling asleep in his arms flashed as clear as a photograph across his mind before he could stop himself.
As her hand withdrew, Mohinder quietly cleared his throat and pulled at his collar, loosening it until the top button popped off. He pretended not to notice that though. "No, no. It's quite alright. You're the best type of interruption." And then a mental facepalm at how corny that might have sounded. It was true. "I-I mean, I do not mind if it takes all night to examine you." That sounded even worse! At that, he bit his lip to keep from digging himself deeper.
Glancing around, he finally spotted his salvation - the radio! "Ah um, perhaps some music would help sooth this process." Cue music - eighties music - and cue him getting out the next instrument. Fingers skimmed through her hair, brushing it back to take a quick glance in her ears with the otoscope before moving to her eyes. "Alright, please look to the left and then to the right, and finally at me." Finding himself close to her again, he couldn't help picking up on her perfume while eyes struggled to keep his glances professional. "You smell delightful," he whispered. Seemed now it was his turn to be inappropriate.