"Ruffled," Criswell corrects automatically, giving no thought as to whether or not Michael Honeyman would bother. He can't help himself. He does pause to look at the chair that's been pushed out for him though, considering the good doctor and his proposition and how it might look to say no. Then he takes a seat.

"One problem: who's that leave to run these 'tests' for you?" Despite this question, he seems willing enough to go along with...whatever Hugo has in mind. He's actually pretty curious about that. He folds his hands in font of hi on the table, waiting for instructions.