Jeez, if Elle MacPherson was doing that to me
. . . the suggestive undressing, the little finger wave, the look, the lip biting, the crossing of the legs . . .
I'd need to use my notes to cover up my gigantic, enormous, earth-shattering boner before leaving that lectern, and I'd still be walking away funny.
I want the doctor to take your picture so I can look at you from inside as well.