Well that wasn't good and Alec wonders if he should switch surgeons. Then again he doesn't know who else would put up with him and if he's dead either way, he's dead either way.

"Better not do it with me or I'll write you out of my will." He grins at the jab too, folding his hands behind his head.

"Oh I doubt you'll find anyone who can come close to that. It's my mission in life, you know, get under the skin and just rest there like a cocklebur."