Mike waited impatiently while Hadad explained, his lips pressed into a thin line and eyes wide. Cover or not, this was not something he had ever thought to plan for so he was coming up short on methods of coping. The syringe is certainly not what he expected, either. It gave him pause with the warning.

There were a number of things to consider. For starters, that needle could contain any number of drugs. Beneficial or not. If the man had a magic healing box, that injection could be something he'd never even thought of before. It could make the problem worse, or alter his mind. But the prospect of enduring this level of frustration was unbearable. It wasn't just the arousal, it was his entire body. Would maintaining the sensitivity be worth it to spend a few days limp? He wasn't exactly planning any intimate encounters while in the job.

In a fit of frustration, he grabbed the needle and brought it to his arm while still trying to hold the shirt in place. But the tip of the needle halted a fraction of an inch from his skin. He looked up to Hadad, thinking of some of his words. "What other side effects does it have?"