"Then that would be more like me taking you, wouldn't it?" Sam responded, folding his hands on the table for a moment. "But hey, pay for the hotel and we might be table to strike a deal. I'll get the first round, so I can stay on the Nice list and you won't give me hepatitis. What would you like?" He resisted the urge to tack her new nickname on the end of that. Sam was clearly the master of Gifting People with Nicknames They Didn't Want. But he'd keep thinking about it, as good as he thought that one was.