Sam laughed at her compliment. "Takes one to know one," he said. "And, no, I am not allergic to seafood." He ate one of the shrimp poppers and gave an approving nod.
"Any chance I can get you on the dance floor?" he asked. If she wasn't up for it, he'd be okay with it since he was mostly looking for an excuse to have her in his arms. Dancing wasn't likely to raise any eyebrows. He hoped, at least. Fury and Talos had been fairly quiet lately.