"I'm obligated," he repeated, brows rising. "It's my job to spoil you. Because if I don't, some other tall, dark, and handsome person will do it well enough to take you away from me." He was teasing, of course. Sam honestly wasn't worried about something like that happening. By too much, anyway.
He shrugged a bit. "It's all right. I probably could have found a better way to express myself rather than freeze you to death, but we all know how I feel about trying a different approach on certain things."
[ooc: I've been failing on tagging in threads these past couple days! Of course I'd like to keep going! :D]