[...

Placing his hands on his hips, he turns to Aligula with an expression that reads, "Really?"]

You're saying that like I've just pledged to save your life. But you are correct with your assessment, I'll give you that.

[He is like the furthest thing from nice or a bleeding heart. Why is this man in the medical field again?

Before he gives his reasoning, he just shrugs.]

I can only take so much of the same routine in this place. Is it so wrong to want to do something different for a change?