Silence seemed to be the order of dinner as Ray and Neela sat in the dimly lit living room, watching a repeat of the late night news. She looked at him and wondered about what made him tick and when he learned how to manipulate women. "Ray?" She asked quietly.

"What is it, Neela?" Ray spoke with his mouth full.

"Who taught you how to charm people?"

Ray nearly choked as he swallowed. "Charm people? Like a 'people charmer'? Is that like a snake charmer? Can I get you to shimmy out of a wicker basket?" He smiled at Neela, who seemed unimpressed at his attempt at a joke. He coughed. "I don't…"

"But you do. I've seen Clemente do something for you because you gave some sort of lame excuse or something and then there's Abby and me covering shifts and…"

"Okay! Okay! I forfeit!" Ray held his hands up in surrender. "I don't charm people, though, Neela."

"Whatever you say, Ray." She smiled.

"You think you can hold still for just a moment, Mrs. Johnston?" Ray looked at the elderly woman sitting on the bed in front of him.

"I don't need any care. I just took a fall. I'm fine, young man." The elderly woman seemed to be as defiant as the little boy he had helped just yesterday.

"Mrs. Johnston, you fell down stairs and, as a woman in her seventies, you should be checked for a broken hip or any broken bones."

"I told you I'm fine, young man."

Ray sighed. Well, Abby and Neela say this pout works. How about we give it a try? He looked up at the elderly lady and put on his best pout. "Mrs. Johns…"

"Your pout won't work on me, young man."

"Thank you! I KNEW I didn't pout." Ray tried not to do a victory dance there.

"Don't you put words in my mouth, young man." She shook a reprimanding finger at him. "I simply said it won't work on me."

"Geesh. Sorry, Mrs. Johnston. But, what will work?" Ray raised his hands in exasperation.

The totally underdressed lady looked at him and smiled a near toothless smile. "A kiss."

Ray did a double take. "A wha…a what?"

"Don't act like you didn't hear me. I said a kiss."

Ray shook his head. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Johnston. I can't kiss you. Hospital policy states…"

"Hang the policy. No kiss; no x-rays." She crossed her arms.

Ray looked around, hoping that someone, preferably Morris, would step in and rescue him from this. "I can't kiss you, Mrs. Johnston, but I need you to get the x-rays done. I'm really concerned for your health."

"No kiss. NO X-RAYS!" She repeated.

"I can't…what are you doing?" He asked as the older woman stood up.

"I'm checking myself out. Since there's no need for x-rays."

Ray looked around and quickly kissed her cheek. "There. Ready to go get some x-rays now?"

"Hardly. You call THAT a kiss?" The older woman looked at him. "No wonder the young ladies aren't beating down your front door." She looked at him. "Look, son. I'm seventy-seven years old. I'm not getting any action from men my age, much less a tasty piece of meat like you. So when I say I want a kiss, I mean I WANT a kiss." With that, she pulled Ray to her and placed her lips solidly against his. A couple seconds later, she stepped out and looked at Pratt. "I'm ready for my x-rays, Mr. DeMille."

"Sure thing, Mrs. Johnston. Sam will wheel you up." He pointed over to Sam.

"Thank you, sonny." The lady sat down in a wheel chair. She smiled at Ray. "I'll be sure to see YOU again, should I ever fall again." She winked at him.

"Sure thing, Mrs. Johnston." As soon as the lady was turned around and couldn't see, Ray furiously started wiping his lips. "I need alcohol."

Pratt looked at him. "What happened?"

Ray glared. "I don't want to discuss it." He crossed the street for a strong cup of coffee.