Couldn't help but giggle a little at the mention of someone trying to fly after drinking Jeremiah Weed. "That's stuff is good but it'll fuck you up. Can't think of a reason why I'd get into any sort of vehicle with anyone if they'd been drinkin' that stuff."
Smiled a little sarcastically. "Remember? I'm not a reporter to you anymore. You don't have to read my bullshit lines like things being classified. You can just tell me that it's none of my fuckin' business like you want to." Nodded at him. "See, you're always gonna be Agent dickhead Paul. And since I'm taking you to see a friend I think you could be a little nicer. Just sayin'."
My mouth dropped when he asked me if Sam or I ever went out. "No. He's always been pretty much a brother type to me. Plus, one time he got possessed and tortured me for a few hours. That tends to put a strain on any possible relationship you might have."