To find forgiveness in the weeds
Sunjata's clear amusement made Sam avert his eyes, now very embarrassed indeed and unsure any further seduction attempts would be successful. Still, at least a night out speaking with someone at a bar...it was all rather exotic to him, the kind of thing he usually didn't do; he decided to continue for the time being.
He took the wine just as Sunjata gave it and sighed, nodded and swilled around the liquid in the glass, watching it swirl. "I am. I...was looking for other ways to cure it, though, if you had any." Taking a (small) sip of his drink, Sam hoped his voice was sensual enough to carry the flirtatious meaning behind his words, though he was still not quite sure what to do with his hands - one held his glass and the other he kept awkwardly still on the bartop.
