Guy leaned on the noticeboard and smiled at her, "Right on the first two, at least. And the last one's perfectly legitimate." He shrugged, "Don't you worry, though, I'm perfectly professional." He was, too, apart from when it came to surgery...but they couldn't see you then. Oh, and stabbing Martin in the leg with botox. But essentially, he didn't hit on patients, and that was his definition of professional for now.