"It probably will show itself sooner than we'd like." Sam would have preferred that danger never showed up. It had stayed away in the last place, but the lack of danger in one place seemed to lead to something bigger in the next. He didn't like that; his fingers tightened on Betsy's.
"Does it really mean more?" He circled back around to that. He stopped them both, pulling her close, just a little spin to make sure her hand was captured behind her back.
"And, why does it mean more?" Sam leaned forward, brow raised. They hadn't been overly handsy before landing here, and he wasn't going to complain as they got friendly now. "Gotta say I'm probably not at all like the boys you're used to. No money, just a bartender, just a regular guy." He knew he wasn't overly regular, but he wasn't the fanciest fellow in the world. He was sort of normal really. Just a backwoods boy who wanted to get through without too much trouble.