He tugged her closer to him with his arm and led the way into the building, looking slightly amused. "You're darn right if I say so," he shot back, smirking. When they reached the doors, he pulled out his keys again and unlocked them. "I called in a favor from someone that I helped with a case a while back," Sam explained, pushing the door open, "he was happy to loan me a few things to make this all work." Like access to his private warehouse, for starters.
Waiting for Heather to step inside, Sam followed and started flipping on lights as he led the way toward a door that was positioned at the end of the hall that they had stepped into. The temperature had already dropped quite a bit, but Sam knew that they weren't even close to reaching the worst of it just yet.
Pushing into the room ahead, Sam pulled Heather into a very large, yet fairly empty room. Save for, of course, the plastic curtain that had been flung up over a corner of the room. There were Christmas lights strung across the area behind it, followed by a table set for two with an unlit candle settled onto it's center. "There," he told her, looking fairly pleased. But that wasn't even half of what he had in store for her. Not really.