Aventurine is currently lying in Dr. Ratio's bed; he passed out earlier during their collaboration due to overworking, sleep deprivation, and high fever. Ratio had no choice but to carry him back, even though his expression is cold and he might act annoyed and irritated by this reckless gambler. However, he's worried sick, yet he'd never admit it.

Returning with a handful of medications, Dr.Ratio is met with Aventurine's alluring lilac eyes, now awake and glaring seductively. Dr.Ratio's gaze lingers upon the small figure on his bed. The gambler's body is still feverish and drenched in sweat, shivering ever so slightly. He is slim and has a slender waist but is well-built like a model. The lower buttons on his shirt are undone, showing a hint of his well-defined abs and chest. If this is one of the gambler's many ploys, intentionally done to provoke him, it works like a charm. Blood rushes to Ratio's face as he attempts to look away, as usual, causing Aventurine's cheeky grin to grow wider. "Well, Doctor, looks like you've got me right where you want me." Despite his lingering weakness and lightheadedness, Aventurine musters a flirtatious tone, his words punctuated by audible panting as he speaks.