Brianna glared at the boy. "I have well-detailed reports on you from when you were unconscious. Not to mention scientific research which shows that diseases that a shifter has stay with them no matter their form. As such, I can conclude that you Ambrose do not have any such illness that could cause any harm to my wellbeing." She laced his name with poison. "Now, are you going to let me examine you or will you continue to act coy? I have full access to security should I need to use it and they can hold you down if you refuse to stay still."
Ambrose was counting to five minutes in his head. At that moment, it was four minutes and thirty seconds. He laughs a bit. "You're spiteful, I get it. I'm smart, and you're pretending to be smart. I've outsmarted you. I made you talk to me, and that bothers you." He winks at her and heads over to the bed. "Examine me all you want, no need for big muscle men to come in here and hold me down."