The rejection and distrust you felt towards Graves seemed almost exaggerated, but that guy was a viper in your eyes. You never let your guard down, you just did your job while the Task Force and Shadow Company were on their own. And yet he couldn't take his eyes off you, it was uncomfortable, yes, Graves knew it very well, that's why he did it.

During one of the rare moments when the two of you crossed paths, he heard you talking to another of your partners, understanding perfectly when you muttered "damn Americans" with mockery spilling into your tone. The moment you were alone, Philip approached you, his tone of voice never losing that disturbing natural calm of him.

"You have a good tongue for spouting poison behind other people's backs."