Sam really liked Fred but sometimes he wished she wasn't so... Fred.

After his hand was freed he put it back in his jacket pocket where it matched the other. Wordlessly grateful that Angel didn't pursue that line of conversation, Sam seized on the one he did. "They come to you? That's handy. We're usually checking the obits and staking out oblivious suburban housewives." He blinked, realizing what he had said. "Not like that." Shifting his weight awkwardly he continued, "I just need something to do that isn't sitting." He met Angel's gaze to see if he knew what he meant.