Unmoved, Criswell watches Hugo devour the questionable (and stolen) tot as if it was a bug he'd picked up off the floor. Still alive and skittering. He shakes his head, retorting only with, "...I'll leave the 'bouncing back' to you." He'll be thirty in a few months. He's basically elderly compared to some of this crowd.

After a pause, apparently spent recalibrating his perception of Hugo, he asks, "Have you ever had a blood pop? By chance."