[Jack doesn't utter another word and stands up instead, striding over to the cowering artist who seems to have the good sense not to run. When he finally gets there, he passes him a kind smile.]

Hey, hey. Relax. You're doing good work here.

[The sculptor's shoulders relax slightly, but then the barrel of the gun presses against his temple and he freezes again. Jack's smile doesn't move.]

You're just not doing it properly. But now you have a close up, so I'm sure it'll be much easier for you.