Do You Expect Me to Talk?

So I went to talk to a doctor today about a certain medical procedure that precludes my fathering any more kids, and got the full lecture (with illustrations) from the doctor, followed by this exchange:

Doctor: So basically we give you a local, and make an incision here and possibly here , depending.
Me: Uh huh.
Doctor: Are you a nervous person?

Now, he delivered that question in a purely matter-of-fact tone, but my brain proceeded to play it back for me in a sinister villain voice, like:

"Are you a gambling man, Mr. Bond?"

Which was accompanied by a visual of a giant laser aimed at Sean Connery's crotch.

Me: ... Could you be more specific?
Doctor: I mean, like, at the dentist?
Me: At the dentist? No.

But, then, the dentist generally keeps his needles above the waistline.