Evan tilted his head at Sam's hesitance. He wasn't quite sure he bought it, but he accepted it as the truth and shrugged his shoulders. "I guess I'm not a typical guy then. I happen to like to hit and run. There's no reason to stick around for breakfast. I have my own milk and cereal at home," he said with a grin. "No one seems to mind. Much."
He laughed when Sam rolled his eyes. He knew it was lame joke, but it didn't matter. He was a bit proud of himself for it, in a perverse way. "Ew, you really swallow? Gross, Sam!" he teased, "Not that I've ever actually tasted it."