He turned sideways to stare at her for several long beats, perhaps trying to deduce if she was serious or not, slowly one brow-muscle inched upward, showing his skepticism.
"Seriously?" he asked flatly, then snorted hard. "I'm not the dating type, Sam. I have people I fuck, yeah, but I ain't asking anybody to wear my ring or any of that shit. I don't like dates. Too many expectations. Plus, you know, public."