"Most certainly." Law opens the door to the examination room and removes the pouch containing loose tea leaves from the pot on the counter. The variety of green he's brewing is with mint in the brew - Itachi's favorite blend, and requiring a bit longer to steep as it wasn't one of the more delicate teas Law and Itachi kept at their home.

The expression on the man's face is thoughtful as he observes. Probably the penalty right there, but he wouldn't say that until he was certain. For the moment he would pour the tea into insulated paper cups.

"Okay. Up on the bed. Let's give your head a chance to stop spinning before I give you a physical."