[The teeth, of course, are all part of his design, a deliberate tweak in his genetics, whilst the shape of his smiles themselves-- well. When one lives among wolves one must learn to become a wolf, or risk being torn apart. The mask he wears, it fits him like a second skin, and has now been a part of him for so long that it has, in part, become him. A necessary adornment in a world where weakness isn't tolerated.

The terrified, tearful child he'd once been has all but been crushed from existence.

And in response to her not-quite dismissal, he laughs, just a quiet ripple of sound.]

It's only polite to ask, isn't it? You did, after all, invite me to come here.

[Never mind that - as she seems to have devised on her own - his asking is at least in part a habit born from expecting to need permission.]

Whatever the case, it's been a pleasure to meet with you again, Dr. Ziegler. However unnecessary I might consider a medical check-up to be.

[And he lingers for only one fractional moment, seems caught on the precipice of saying something else, words hovering around him as though they can almost (almost) be discerned. But then finally, he shrugs. Smiles once more.]

Man sieht sich.

[And he turns, then, to show himself out.]