[If he weren't such a pale little thing standing there in the snow, his face might have reddened in frustration at Archer's total lack of belief.]
[But the way his fists clench and teeth grit probably displays his feelings on the matter just fine.]
I'm not lying!
What do you want?
[He remembers the table. He remembers being strapped down and surrounded by people with sharp, scary-looking things in their hands. And he does not want to wind up there again. So he fixes what he hopes is a fearsome scowl on his face and continues to back away, glaring hotly up at the colonel.]
I AGREE
[But the way his fists clench and teeth grit probably displays his feelings on the matter just fine.]
I'm not lying!
What do you want?
[He remembers the table. He remembers being strapped down and surrounded by people with sharp, scary-looking things in their hands. And he does not want to wind up there again. So he fixes what he hopes is a fearsome scowl on his face and continues to back away, glaring hotly up at the colonel.]