Condoms. Profession versus religion. During his residency, Danny used to spend hours confessing his sins at the hospital chapel, eventually accepting ten Hail Mary's for every condom he recommended or supplied. He'd tried to argue the Father up to twenty but apparently ten was the going rate back then. For his own personal use, he sticks to a round fifteen.

"Ribbed," he decides, showing Hedwig the packet, "because I like the little cartoon figure on the outside." Danny tears it open and applies it with one hand, his other digging around for lube and tossing it onto the mattress.

"You know, you look like you're praying on your knees like that," he comments, climbing onto the bed and flopping over onto his back, head propped up against the pillows.