You're a doctor. As such I expect you to have an intimate knowledge of the human anatomy. And I expect you to use this knowledge to your full advantage when dealing with me.
Being an army doctor, I expect you to be capable of showing affection without forming attachments. Harsh, but true. That's a trait I quite like in lovers.
You're a surgeon as well, da? Oh, that just makes you a double threat. Your hands, your steady, clever hands.
I don't know what it is you'd be looking to get out of this. I'm not here for comfort, I'm here for release. I don't deal with emotions well, in any form.
You've got baggage. I've got baggage. I don't think our luggage cart is big enough for both of us.
There's already a Hawkeye in my life, two men with the same name might get confusing.