"Oh, I'll bet," Sam said sullenly, passing Stacey back her things and glaring through the doorframe at Ethan. He almost felt like pointing at his eyes and then at him in the 'I'm watching you' gesture, but stopped himself.
As they began heading upstairs, Sam glanced over at Stacey. "So... what happened?" he questioned. He didn't think Stacey would ever do anything with Ethan again, but God knows what kind of plot he had concocted this timee to lure her into his apartment. In Sam's mind, Ethan was just one giant Venus fly trap.