feel of a hospital's. The room also seemed to have been previously several rooms. From the wall they entered from there were a few tall, narrow windows looking out behind the mansion, and to the right two doorways, doors removed so that you could see in to a row of beds and more windows. Between these doorways a large fireplace, again reminding Sam of the age and history of the mansion. This room's furnishing though was mostly file cabinets and shelves full of books and strange objects but one large desk across from the second room drew attention. The top of the desk was absent anything, except the feet of the man sitting in the chair in front of it.

He was in the clinic, sitting at the doctor's desk yet Sam really couldn't believe he might be the doctor. The fact that he looked like he was in his twenties wasn't what threw her off, members of the magical community had learned never to judge age by looks since so many of the races defied human standards when it came to lifespans and progression of aging. No, it was more the fact that his shirt was completely unbuttoned and hanging open to reveal a darkly tanned colored chest covered in what had to be either a very serious skin condition, or hickies. His belt was undone on his pants but at least that the fly was zipped. What was probably his white doctor's coat was tossed over his face and he seemed to be sound asleep. He looked more like he'd come back from a night on the town rather than being a doctor ready to help people.

"Dr. Sallos Sitri." Charmeine said in a stern voice, whether chastising the sleeping doctor or introducing Sam to him was unclear. It certainly woke the man up though. He lazily moved an arm up to pull off the coat covering his face and then looked at the pair of them. His eyes as you would expect from his skin tone were a dark brown, rich and inviting behind long lashes. His model like face had slight stubble along the jaw furthering his rather unkempt appearance.  His hair was cropped short but still managed to be messy so matched the rest of him. His messiness though only seemed to enhance his physical appeal, which between the face and the well defined and tone chest was already pretty high. He seemed to be ethnically a mix of Indian and Hispanic taking all the best traits associated with both in regards to looks. He smirked up at the two of them and it just about made her knees week and she didn't even like older guys. His looks though did not impress Charmeine. "These are Sam's papers, you needed to examine her before she heads to her room?"

"Aaaaah, right. Well then let's take a look then." He swung his long legs off the desk finally but completely ignored his still exposed chest and Sam wished she could do the same. Everything about him just seemed to scream sex right into Sam's ears letting her identify his species pretty easily. Incubus. Definitely had to be an incubus.

Unlike humans beauty was often a racial trait among magical races. Seraphs were known for being beautiful and inspired instant feelings of trust and comfort in others. Incubus were beautiful too, but inspired a lot more carnal sensations. It was some of the ways Sam had been taught to identify people since knowing what you were approaching could be of great assistance in known how to approach. Sam had studied up extra hard before heading here since after all this was the first time in her life she'd been around so many people from 'her' world rather than the human world. What had before just been interesting things to know now might be a very important life skill.

"So Saman-"

"Sam" Both her and Charmeine corrected at the same time and the doctor raised an eyebrow but then returned his attention to her file.

"Right so then you're a ... an elf? Hmmm." His eyes ran over her in a way that felt far from professional. What he saw besides her lithe frame with long gangly limbs and little feminine curves, pixie like face all points and angles, and her thick pale brown hair that hid the pointed ears which her the universal indentifier of her kind that made him suddenly smile with a sparkle in his eyes Sam had no idea. She was lovely in her own right, her kind always were though too thin and sharp edges for traditional beauty and certainly not traditional sexy. "Well then Miss Coldwell welcome to our mad house."

With that he took her hand and brought it to his lips. Before she could squawk and pull it away she felt a sharp prick and realized in horror he'd bitten her.

"Mr. Sitri!" Charmeine said startled and grabbed Sam's hand from the incubus, rubbing her thumb lightly over the bite. His teeth had broken skin and the small puncture bled freely. Sam watched though fascinated though as the wound closed under the seraph's touch. She felt some irony that the doctor caused her wound and the office lady was the one healing it. "I don't think that was appropriate at all!" Charmeine continued to chastise the doctor as she let go of Sam's and, finally giving her back her personal space.

"Oh come off it. She knew what was coming, you told her she'd be getting a check up after all." Dr. Sitri replied apathetically running a rather long tongue over his teeth, especially the particularly sharp looking canines. She was shocked to see that wasn't the only change. It seemed he dropped his human form, now right along his hair line two small horns poked out just a little higher than his hair, the hickies on his chest all disappeared and poking above his pants was a long flexible tail that swung lazily back and forth. It shocked Sam to see, growing up in the normal world she rarely saw people in their true forms. But she guessed here it didn't matter who saw.

"She wasn't told it would be that kind of an 'examination'. I hadn't been told." Charmeine answered hotly.

"Well of course, if I'd told you you would have stopped me. A blood tasting was the fastest way to do that."

"And blood is frequently used to exert control over others. No one would feel comfortable having their blood taken by a stranger without consent! That was highly unethical!" 

"Oh now come on, you know I'd never resort to blood binding to get a person to do what I want. I prefer to use my looks for that. But if you really want to have a proper examination then how about you turn around back out that door angel and I'll have the play doctor with the patient. First you'll need to remove your shirt, while I get my stethoscope." The words were so playful yet seductive.

"I think there's hardly a point for that anymore considering you've already tasted her blood. And I've told you before to stop calling me that." Though obvious dead ringers for the normal world's concepts and ideas of angels, seraphs Sam had been told disliked being directly addressed as such to their faces. Maybe because since they were just a species of sentient being rather than any kind of heavenly messenger from god it felt like a lie to them? Seemed though what Sam had been told was true from Charmeine's reaction.

"Well let's just hear what our new resident has to say. Maybe she'd like a more thorough examination?" Suddenly attention was back on her making Sam nervous and scared.

"I think I'd just like to go now." She managed to spit out and the adults seemed to have their riled up emotions deflate, Charmeine's righteous anger and Dr. Sitri's playful flirtation. "If everything checked out that is."

"Mmhm, perfect health from what I read. You're just fine. If that changes for any reason or you just feel lonely in this new, big, scary place you are welcome to come to me anytime." The doctor said smirking again. Sam nodded her head once and then looked to Charmeine who seemed upset, but willing to let it go.

"Well then, till later Dr. Sitri. Come on Sam I'll take you straight to your room now so you can put that bag down." Charmeine herded her back to the door and Sam gratefully came along. Outside the door and a few feet away Charmeine stopped and turned toward her. "I'm so very sorry for that. I really had no notion he would examine you that way. Though, I do know what he is like so I should have considered it. I just thought it would only be... unappealing commentary as usual. I obviously held too high of regards for the man."

Sam was unsure how to reply. Blood was serious business and the strongest magics used blood in them. Taking someone's blood could, if you knew how, give you intimate knowledge about their body and abilities as well as offer an in to magics that could control the victim's magic, mind, or flesh. That small a bite, just a drop or two, wasn't enough for anything too serious usually but it was still a huge deal. Especially to an incubus whose powers specialized in bodies one way or another. "So he's always like that?" Sam finally said.

"Pushing boundaries, personal and ethical? Yes. But he is a very good doctor." Charmeine said sounding resigned. "I just hope one day he doesn't push the boundaries so far that it outweighs his medical skills."

"Oh." Sam said noncommittally as she processed that information feeling a little shell shocked from the whole experience. Shell shocked already and she was just meeting the staff so far. "I just want to get to my room right now."

"Alright then." Charmeine replied with a look that managed to be apologetic and sympathizing.