And here's Lesgle, with his long reach--hampered a little by holding Joly's hand, but plenty able to lean out and grip an end of the paper with his other hand. "Why should we let you reconstruct our network of associates by snooping around with your portraits and nosing around about who's been seen in the company of whom?" He renders the phrasing absurd with his exaggerated tone and his waggling eyebrows, but his eyes are serious. "We're not here to make your spy-work easy for you, my dear fellow. --Besides, you haven't done justice to my hair. There, you see," --turning his head, but not loosening his grip-- "there's still at least four or five valiant soldiers left on the field, it's not all gone yet!"