"She ought to know how special this book is." And even G couldn't say that with a straight face.
Kissing was something he could do, though. Even if he hadn't been asking for the reassurances this time, it never failed to fill him with warmth hearing Sam speak it. "Either you've got an underaged lightsaber I don't know about," he teased, twisting Sam's phrasing, "or you're mistaking the very much of age...what were some of the words you used?...ding-dong, meat stick, trouser snake, fuckpole... you do have for a glowstick."