Flirtatious, this one. Not that Quinn minded. He chewed slowly, savoring not only the meat but the medley of vegetables on his plate as well. Happy to see a meal set before him with variety of bold color. After a thorough swallow and sip from his glass, Quinn returned Mikkel's sentiments with a subtle tilt of his head. "Ah, of course. With such an impressive series of distractions I almost forgot my true reason for accepting your invitation: discovering the depths of your questionable intentions." A gentle sigh as Quinn brought his napkin up to his plush lips, dabbing politely. Their little game pleased him, extending the feeling of titillation that seemed to hover at the edges of his fingers. He was sure they could spend the rest of the evening trading suggestive euphemisms, indulging in a dance of touches, brushes, and interested caresses. But sweet words wouldn't be enough to satisfy them forever, he was sure of this.<br/><br/>Ignoring his base desire to come across the table and explore Mikkel's sharp jaw more carefully, Quinn considered what he knew about the enchanting doctor. "Please forgive me, if you do not wish to mix work and play I completely understand, but I must admit I find your profession absolutely fascinating." And he did. "This may sound a bit silly to you, but prior to choosing to pursue art and animation, I considered a career in medicine. I used to spend hours watching videos of various surgical procedures. I have a fondness for the particularly risky ones. There is a brutal artistry to surgery I think many shy away from. The blood, the organs, the meticulous nature needed in order to succeed, and even with all the skill in the world there's no guarantee the person on your table will live to see another day. It's a beautiful profession. Rectifying the flaws of the human body, natural or otherwise."<br/><br/>Quinn drained his wine glass and took it upon himself to pour another. He stood, carrying the wine bottle around the edge of the table to refresh Mikkel's beverage. "Humor me," Quinn pleaded playfully, running his free hand across the length of Mikkel's shoulders as he slowly tilted the bottle, eyeballing approximately five ounces before placing it back down on the table with a light<i>clunk</i>.<br/><br/>"There is something arrestingly glorious about the sight of an open chest, heart still pumping tenaciously despite its exposure. Of course, the cameras can never seem to get quite close enough for my liking." He hummed happily as he returned to his seat, taking a few more bites of meat. "I'd be honored if you could share some of your insight with me. Why medicine? Why a surgeon? Of course, as I previously mentioned, you're welcome to decline. I understand some people prefer to keep work at work. If you have something you'd rather discuss, I'd be open to entertaining you. You've done quite enough for me already."