"I absolutely would." Sam insisted, but couldn't help the laugh, sounding more delighted than his words would give away. He glanced away from the wink, the expression far too flirty for him to be able to return it, but the genuine soft smile on his face would speak to how pleased he was.
The offer of an arm wrestle was one he'd never had before (and one he was certain he'd lose). Still, he was in good enough humour to say yes, so he went to the table, kneeling one leg on a chair for better balance and leaning over the table, putting his elbow down and clasping Amun's hand.
He was glad that the pressure of choosing a date activity was lifted from his shoulders, Sam never having been confident about the decision. With that happily organised for later and Amun's responsibilty, he tightened his grip and got ready to try his best to push against the other man, though he considered it highly unlikely he'd win.
The offer of an arm wrestle was one he'd never had before (and one he was certain he'd lose). Still, he was in good enough humour to say yes, so he went to the table, kneeling one leg on a chair for better balance and leaning over the table, putting his elbow down and clasping Amun's hand.
He was glad that the pressure of choosing a date activity was lifted from his shoulders, Sam never having been confident about the decision. With that happily organised for later and Amun's responsibilty, he tightened his grip and got ready to try his best to push against the other man, though he considered it highly unlikely he'd win.
SAMUEL
I somehow still lost
I somehow always do
I somehow always do
