Sam certainly didn't look amused by Jack's response. He stepped forward and glared at him. Even if Jack was standing up, Sam still towered over him. The guy was practically a giant, after all. It helped add to the intimidation factor when it was needed. "Heat of the moment? Heat of the moment? Are you kidding me?" He threw a hand up into the air and rolled his eyes. "First off? If you have a girlfriend and you really give a damn about her? You don't let something as simple as the heat of the fucking moment" -- speaking of which, Sam really hated that Asia song (bad memories, bad memories, very bad memories) -- "get between what you have with the girl that you supposedly love!"
Drawing in an attempted calming breath, Sam shook his head and looked away from Jack in annoyance. "You're red, she's red...hey! I'm wearing blue and so is that lovely little woman that I ran into on the way in! Maybe we should hook up and I should cheat on Heather just because we match!" Sarcasm. Sam, too, sometimes had the capability of dishing it.