[ He scans Sam's features for a moment when he ducks his head like that, but it's only a moment later that his face starts to tingle with the effect. Sam's hand feels warm within his own, and he lets out a light huff, teasing: ]
That's a dangerous handshake you've got there. [ More dangerous than the stuff in those bottles. He shakes his head, looking down at their hands clasped together, wondering if the effect is only in his mind or passed from blood to blood somehow (cut to cut, spit for good measure).
An almost awkward pause before his gaze lifts again, a nod at the bottles, and another light snort. ] I better get at least a taste of that stuff.
[ Bridge some of the disconnect between his mouth and his brain. ]
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That's a dangerous handshake you've got there. [ More dangerous than the stuff in those bottles. He shakes his head, looking down at their hands clasped together, wondering if the effect is only in his mind or passed from blood to blood somehow (cut to cut, spit for good measure).
An almost awkward pause before his gaze lifts again, a nod at the bottles, and another light snort. ] I better get at least a taste of that stuff.
[ Bridge some of the disconnect between his mouth and his brain. ]