"Someday you're going to run out of fingernails," I said.
Roesler laughed soundlessly, amused.
I glanced unobtrusively at the clock. Ten minutes to three. Time passed slowly in a situation like this.
Roesler regarded me speculatively. "You don't seem very nervous," he said.
"Should I be?"
"I would think so," he said. "If I were in your position, I think I'd be nervous."
"Would you?"
"Take off your clothes," he said, with no change of tone.
I took in a long breath and began opening my shirt. Another glance at the clock told me I needed at least eight more minutes. I had to stall.