"Let me make this very clear," John said. Munson straightened further, and Parker looked at the ground. Bethanne’s eyes were wide, although John thought that was mostly because he smelled bad. "You’re—all of you—to stay away from Dr. McKay. You’re not to tamper—to take advantage of his condition, that’s an order."
“Yessir,” they mumbled, although John distinctly saw Bethanne roll her eyes. He chose to ignore it.
“You can spread the word,” he said.
“The civilians, sir,” Munson said. “McKay is over eighteen, and—”
“No one’s going to mess around with him,” John said. “Understood?”
They all nodded, abashed, and John turned around and went back up the stairs. He was barely up the first flight when he heard Lieutenant Munson say, breathless,
“Oh shit, rape me now.”
"Yum," Parker said, and then they all dissolved into laughter. John took the next three flights double-time.