Sam shook his head. "Nice. Can't even get lies on my sexiness from my wife." He snorted softly, teasing, and he leaned back against the bench again with her in his arms.
"Doesn't it?" he tilted back the liquor and felt it burn down his throat and he drank as much as he could before he pulled the bottle back and winced, making a face. "I miss Ambrosia. What the frak is this? Raptor runoff?"
Looking at Kara at her question, he kissed her forehead and then smiled. "Yeah. We're okay. Just...try to stay with me. And just me, alright? Can you do that?" He was patient with her back on Galactica, what with Lee and the frakking around, but here? If he could be enough for her, he would.