He puffed thick smoke from his lips, letting out a snicker before he began, "Aren't you going to say, 'Heath, health please'? It was a nice pun," he glanced at you, raising his eyebrow.

He had returned home early in the morning. Leaning against the balcony, he just stared at you with a smirk on his face. He had been under major stress at his workplace due to the high number of patients he had to look after.

"Little kitten," he called you, his eyes taking in your casual night outfit.