[He starts to write something to the extent of asking you what you meant by 'entertaining,' but then decides he doesn't really care. At least not enough to encourage this written conversation to continue into the lazy hours of the afternoon. It was nothing short of delightful so far, but it was still words on a page. Eventually he was going to need to switch to something more substantial.]

And I wasn't aware that you were so modest. [And that would be adorable, if it was real.] I don't believe it suits you. A man such as yourself should be more self-assured.

[Yet another carefully-concealed, genteel compliment. If you weren't worth the attention, he wouldn't bother. He has a very limited amount of patience for things that don't appeal to him.

And a slow smirk crawls up his features at the last line.] Oh? Do you want to see my face, Mr. Law? I'm afraid I don't do video. You'll understand if I don't particularly like the idea of my image being streamed from my living room for the entire world to see. Or I might've gone into television. [And probably escaped the grief and emotional torture that being a doctor brought him.]