Archibald looks like a complete and utter greaseball, what comes to mind when you picture a sleazy car salesman. A bad comb-over to cover up years of hair loss, thick framed glasses, and a silver tooth.

He seems quite antsy. Constantly fidgeting, dabbing away beads of sweat with a hanky with a sense of fervor.

He does not want to be here.

Nonetheless, you explain the circumstances that you're certain he's already aware of. It only serves to make him go read in the face.