To find forgiveness in the weeds
The way Sunjata's gaze shifted to something more predatory, almost hungry...Sam had to stop himself from doing a victorious wiggle in his seat, so pleased with how it was going. Perhaps he had been wonderfully charming this whole time and just to shy to try it. "Yes. I have the bite...and...well...everything else, um, too." He still occasionally stumbled on his words, really not used to speaking fluidly about these kinds of matters.
Still, he was getting into it now, excited to embody this him that had some sexual power. Taking another sip he gestured to Sunjata's neck. "I know for a fact that the man who gave you that doesn't have that. It's..it's only half...an experience...? That way?" He realised he'd said it as a question (because he doubted it himself and felt halfway guilty actually; he'd enjoyed sexual adventures with Nate as much as any other) and tried to control his voice better for the next part: "So...you know. Yes."
Smooth.
