[Arthur rolls his eyes, then leans over the back of the sofa, draping his arms over the other boy's shoulders.]

Come on, now.

[He smiles slightly.]

I know bloody well I'm not going to get any information out of you, not if you don't want to give it to me, and I'll thank you to have a bit more faith in me, old chap.

[He straightens a bit, but remains leaning on the back of the sofa.]

Half an hour, Jim. What harm can it do?