No, he satisfied you

You're both thoroughly satisfied and impressed with Marcellus' performance. You stoop down and scoop him into your arms. You carry him to the infirmary so that he can rest up. You leave a note at his bedside, it instructs that he has paid vacation for the next week.

As you leave the infirmary, you literally run into the estate's doctor, Morgan. He's a short fellow, 24 years of age but never grew taller than 143cm (4'8''). He collides face first into your bare biceps. He falls ontop of you as you fall back onto the ground.