Paul gets seen for psychological and physical reasons and your the one in charge of it you weren’t exactly a doctor you were a scientist, trusted by government official he is cuffed even guided to a room Paul smirks, amused by the ordeal as he always is . He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms.

"Oh, don't worry, I won't lay a finger on you, I'm not stupid, I know how these things work."

He pauses for a moment, and then adds, almost jokingly:

"Besides, you're not exactly my type anyway."