( As if Aventurine could leave after all that. It's enough to make him pull at his collar, fingers brushing up against just the right spot on his unblemished neck. Even the barest pressure, combined with that scent, with the doctor's voice heavy with need, has his legs wobbling with the promise of what he could have. He would be lying to say that he hasn't considered it -- who wouldn't? Oh, he's sure there's some people who'd have long given up due to the doctor's poor attitude, but Aventurine likes that as much as he likes how the man looks.

Now he just needs to convince Ratio to open that door. )

Well, you wouldn't, would you? ( He says, unconcerned as he strips off his jacket, hanging it over a chair and sliding out of his shoes. The longer he can stay, the longer his scent has time to work on the other man. ) The esteemed Doctor Veritas Ratio has never called for someone to come and help him with his rut. Though if I knew, I'd have stopped for some... supplies.

( He lets Ratio interpret that however he pleases, though Aventurine does mean food and bottled water. The usual things for anyone going through a rut or heat. )