And here we go, "Hello, floor. Have you met my knees?"
"...No. She's a lot stronger and faster than me. I hardly had a chance and nothing to really..stab with." It was almost comical, the thought of him being able to attack Wessex; the woman had always been an invincible force. Sam felt there really was no chance of him ever overpowering her, even for a moment, and it would not be worth it if there were.
The pat on the head was...well, Sam would have been a little annoyed at the condescending nature of it, but it was clear Zeph was not in his right mind. At least it seemed like he wasn't mad about the drinking, and as much as Sam did want to be selfless and good...he did need it. He grabbed the offered hand and turned it so he could better access Zeph's wrist, tilting his head.
Before he leaned in for the bite, he looked up to Zeph: a flushed, slightly hysterical laugh left him at the mention of 'awkward boners' and he tried desperately to steer things away from that: "Maybe you can tell me what's so wrong while I drink. Because you're obviously not alright. It might be a good distraction." With that said, he couldn't wait much longer; Sam bit down.
The pat on the head was...well, Sam would have been a little annoyed at the condescending nature of it, but it was clear Zeph was not in his right mind. At least it seemed like he wasn't mad about the drinking, and as much as Sam did want to be selfless and good...he did need it. He grabbed the offered hand and turned it so he could better access Zeph's wrist, tilting his head.
Before he leaned in for the bite, he looked up to Zeph: a flushed, slightly hysterical laugh left him at the mention of 'awkward boners' and he tried desperately to steer things away from that: "Maybe you can tell me what's so wrong while I drink. Because you're obviously not alright. It might be a good distraction." With that said, he couldn't wait much longer; Sam bit down.
SAMUEL
