At the arrival of Aragorn, Samwise had wisely stayed quiet, at least until Frodo went about making fun of him again. And until Aragorn mentioned that wretched creature. Sam put his ale down as the other commented about him, giving Aragorn a serious look. "I don't like it much, Aragorn," he admitted softly. "Mr. Frodo here thinks it's good and well if we just let him be and if we actually still use that wretch." Sam frowned. "I'll trust you both, of course, but I'd still prefer it if we ain't got nothing to do with that creature ever again. Thought so ever since the day I heard him plottin' against us, I did."
It was all well to be serious about everything, but Mr. Frodo had to go and say those things! Honestly. Sam actually blushed a bit and gave Frodo a serious look. "Oh, come now, Mr. Frodo, you don't have to go and say all those things like that! Don't go makin' fun, Mr. Frodo! My da does worry bout me, course, and it's only natural that my da would want to come searchin' for me if I'm gone too long, and rightly so, Mr. Frodo!" Sam protested lightly, taking a sip of his ale once again.