Malcolm sees Neal and his expression turns to terror and shame.

“Oh, who’s this?” Martin asks, looking where Malcolm is staring. “Oh, you two are closer this time, are you?”

“Don’t,” Malcolm pleads. “Please don’t.”

“I bet I can make him come over here,” Martin muses lightly, like it’s a game. Suddenly he grabs Malcolm by the hair and yanks his head back, the Surgeon’s expression feral.