[As it happens, Faust might not mind the proximity so much this time. It's almost as though there's nothing really demonic about him at all. His pupils seem fine and he doesn't resist or question the examination, but his skin might feel stiff and unyielding.]

No, I can answer them! I have all the answers. My name is Rick. It's winter. And... [He trails off for a moment, frowning thoughtfully.] I build things! I break them and then I make them different! That's my profession!