Sam probably would have agreed with that statement. But men were supposed to be pigs, right? Sam had this weird grapple with the idea of what it meant to be manly, internally and psychologically speaking, which he masked in further pig-like behaviour - mainly picking up women and taking them back to hotel rooms.
"When you're as tall as me, that's for sure," he laughed tiredly, leaning back in bed a bit, casually looking for his cigarettes - his cigarettes which he couldn't get because he couldn't find his shorts. He shrugged his wide shoulders, shoulders that were much more comfortable with one person in the near proximity. Not the most intelligent man in the service, Sam grinned over at her and shrugged again. "That, my dear, is a good point. You got me there," he laughed. "I reckon it's a little easier to get a hotel room as a soldier if you've got someone else with ya'. Otherwise you just look silly. But I suppose I look silly already, huh?"
This wasn't helping his case. But he was trying, after all!
"It shouldn't," he agreed with a nod of finality, leaning back in bed a little bit, wishing he could find his cigarettes. "Seems irresponsible for one of us to have a wife when we could die any day. I don't want to leave some woman off crying and worrying back for me back home when even I know the worst could happen. So really, it makes perfect sense," he drawled lazily, rambling on and trying to sound smart.