Misa sat back nodding her head as she let him begin to speak. As he spoke to her she was beginning to get a real sinking feeling in the bottom of her gut about what exactly could be his issue with women, from a medical perspective anyway. She motioned for him to continue speaking as she heard the kettle on the stove begin to go off. She got up and came back a few minutes later with a mug of tea for him and one for her. She left the bottle of bourbon on the coffee table if he wanted to take a shot to help with the memories.