[Good god, Viktor, don't actually interrogate the poor man. Palamedes gives him a look, like, please - he is merely doing his job. He gives him a little nudge with his knee under the table, ahem.]

Right; well. [to the poor waiter,] Thank you, that's all.

[There, the waiter is freed. Palamedes waits until he's walked off out of earshot before he gives Viktor another look, marginally more amused than the last. Sir.]

Your subtlety lasted thirty seconds. 'When is he going to employ subterfuge?' I asked myself. Let's hurry and eat this overrated fish; we've got places to poke around where we shouldn't.