Martin's expression flickered before becoming coolly amicable again.

"That's a fairly... pedestrian attempt at riling me up," he noted. "You know it's Doctor Whitly. You heard Malcolm say it when you came in," he explained matter-of-factly. "And I expect you already know what I do if you've spent any amount of time with Malcolm." He glanced between them, gauging that. He raised his eyebrows at Raylan. "But my proclivities are easy to look up on the internet, I expect. What are you doing here?"