"Bite me." Wilson said around a yawn, somewhat different in his off-duty personna then when he was on-duty.

He then gave Jack a bit of a double take before shaking his head and muttering something that might have sounded like "Did you know your Ts sound like Ds at this hour of the night?"

Looking at said Principles son, Wilson crooked a finger indicating the young man should step around the desk.

"Lyme disease eh? Feeling fatigued, headache or stiff neck, joint pain or muscle aches?"

As soon as John was within reach, someone's lymph nodes were going to get checked. In a thoroughly clinical manner.