"A Casanova. A Don Juan." Hawkeye gestured to himself, smiling triumphantly.
"You're sure she called you a Don Juan?" BJ raised an eyebrow, peering over his latest medical journal.
Hawkeye scoffed. "Of course. What else could she have said?" He fell to his cot, mind filled with thoughts of flattering Nurse Cravens.
Annoyed, Charles looked up from his book. "Perhaps she meant 'Don Quixote' instead. Now if you two could kindly keep your inane thoughts to yourselves --" He ignored the look of disbelief coming from Hawkeye's direction.
Glaring at where BJ sat doubled over in laughter, Hawkeye turned away.