My Doc and I had this discussion last month, when he came in complaining about paperwork, gov't regs, and assorted nonsense associated with running a business. We got my medical issues out of the way, then he stood to leave.
"Wait, Doc", I asked. "Aren't you going to ask me if I have any guns?"
"Hell", he reflected. "I figured that you have one in your pocket."
"I do! Wanna see it?"
He snorted and told me he'd see me next month. He's an old-school doc, very accomplished surgeon, and all-around nice guy.