put yourself first for him

"Amalia....and Deimos?" Sam repeated, obviously quite stricken by this news. "I'll have to be sure not to be in the guild hall when they visit." While the two were no longer quite the team they were, they were both rather beloved by the Old Gods and disdainful of him and the things he had done (or really, failed to do).

At least cleaning would be a welcome distraction from his world of troubles and people potentially after his fluid. "I've cleaned so many of these old buildings for people starting out...and so many of them have moved on." Sam reflected sombrely as he walked across the hall, letting a finger drift over the table and inspecting the dirt on it. "I hope you find something successful here, Amun."

Taking a broom willingly he began to sweep too, heading to the edges to get the dirt from beneath the walls to a central spot where it would be easier to clean. "Alright. ...Amun, I did want to ask you something. Um. While we were sick..." If Sam had been able to blush, his ears would have turned red, as it was he just determinedly stare at the floor. "You were quite forward, saying you wanted to um, drink from me and all that entails...did you...mean any of that?"

SAMUEL

I somehow still lost
I somehow always do