"What?" Hatori breathed, trembling hands pulling the stethoscope out of his ears to ensure that he had heard her request clearly. Sure enough, it had been what he thought: Hatori, kiss me.
This wasn't uncommon- either the God was screeching and slapping at him to go away, or she was begging for some type of affection he felt all too uncomfortable to give. For her to ask for a kiss was bit peculiar, but nothing unheard of.
The question now, of course, was whether or not such a request was a cruel trick on him. Was she perhaps luring him in for a much nastier, much more insidious surprise? Akito had done so before, this wouldn't be the first time. However, just as he always had, Hatori found himself pandering to even her tiniest request and could not turn her down.
He hadn't a clue what type of kiss she had been expecting. The dragon's hardened, grey hues softened, looking up into her inky black orbs, before leaning forwards with the speed of a tortoise. Chapped, cracked lips met her forehead, giving it the most gentlest of pecks, keeping it chastise and brief so as to not upset her.
Pulling away, he sighed- relieved, all seemed well. The physician had chosen correctly as to what kind of affection she wanted. He was safe, Hatori had-
SLAP!
The hit had enough power behind it to knock his reading glasses askew, the skin where she had just assaulted now reddening and hot to the touch. Obviously, Hatori had chosen wrong. Yet again.
"Did I displease you, Akito?"