"You are. But it's hot," Sam clarified, because of course he could be appreciative of women using their sexiness to get information, even if Joanie didn't realize she was doing it. "No, I'm not an alien from the future. Where do you even come up with these scenarios?" he laughed, his forehead resting against her collarbone. In between well-places kisses to the dip in the center, teeth grazing gently, he finally mumbled, "You can't guess, for real?"