Sam closed up his book and turned in his chair a little, greeted by a flash of white. Pietro sure did like not wearing a shirt. Not that Sam had any grounds to talk with his upbringing. The shirts in this room spent far more time in a closet or on the ground than on an actual human being. He scratched at his eyebrow. This was going to come out offensive somehow. Sam would just have to make it sound like he had good grounds and really believed it.
"You an' Ah gotta figure somethin' out about our living situation. 'Cause Ah'm fine with livin' with yah, but tah yah an' Regan Ah'm just nothin' more than a slow, annoying, giant hick stereotype with a hayseed in muh mouth. An' if y'all are gonna go as far sayin' that, let 'lone believin' it, than somethin' has got tah give. 'Cause this is muh place too and I ain't interested in puttin' up with that."