But Klaudio knew what he was doing. He had become a doctor with a
friendly but detached beside manner. He looked at Anton’s face more
than his organ, obviously concentrating hard on his pronunciation.

Then he decided to go for it. With one hand he made the unmistakeable gesture on the forefinger of his other of frigging, and repeated
the word for wank three times. He looked expectantly at Anton. “Do you
want me to wank you.” It was a neutral request – still the friendly
doctor offering treatment. Anton froze. Klaudio looked at him patiently, and was just at the point of asking again, when Anton grabbed
at his hand and pulled it into the general vicinity of his groin. He
closed his eyes, flung his head back and gripped the sheets. The patient was tensed for the cut of the knife!