So far, Graves has been sitting, nervously shaking his leg and throbbing his fingers against the metal table. The gradual disappearance of his smile added to the impression that he had thought the interrogation would be more interesting. His eyesight wandered across the chamber, but usually ended up below Ambre's neck. He interrupted Sid, uninvited: "Are you sure you aren't being too nice to her, guv? If you don't have the stomach for it, I do!"