“I do try to make a decent impression.” When he wanted to sleep with someone anyway. Otherwise he was usually abrupt and outright insulting if people didn’t get the hint. Umeda snorted into his whiskey when Jim called him old, setting down the glass so he could chuckle.

“Oh I see. Yes, and I suppose you don’t even need doctors anymore, hmm? Just flick a switch and everything gets healed by a little laser beam?” He leaned on the bar, gazing at Jim with amusement sparkling in his eyes, “No wait, that probably doesn’t work on you, does it? Allergies you said. How does such a throwback get to be the captain when he’s such a liability?”

Again, he was teasing, and maybe fantasizing about what he might do during an “examination.” Umeda would never abuse his actual position, but plenty of people liked to pretend in the bedroom. He wondered if Jim was one of them.