Hunt folded his arms as he listened to Bletchley. The man's answers were a little too rehearsed - too quick to come to his lips. Gene thought they had toe hint of practiced lies about them, and he was going to tell that to Bones when they left.
He could stare down a bull in Pamplona, so Bletchley's stare didn't even scratch under his skin. He had to admit Bones was good at asking the questions and making it sound like a conversation rather than an interrogation. Having said that, offering to knit mittens was a little overdoing it.
Finally, the most important question of all. Could he come up with a convincing alibi?