Graham didn't wince so much as exhale through his nose. Loudly. And collect himself. "Sadly, not the worst nickname I've ever acquired," he replied, then offered over his license and paperwork. "Yes. Guilty; I'm 'the wolf guy.'"
He wasn't going to say anything else. He wanted to repair his first (well, second) impression, but he just couldn't help himself. It was like some horrible train-wreck that he was watching as it was happening.
"But if that's too much to say, you can call me Graham."