His goal had been to keep her from worrying over the vampires too much. Thus far? He thought he was doing a pretty good job of it. It was kind of easy, keeping an eye out and carrying on cheerfully while they strode down the street together. It might have left them more open to attacks than usual, but wasn't that kind of what they wanted anyway? To find the vampires?
Sam grinned. "Never said I was wearing them right now!" His smile broadened and he looked down, obviously feeling a bit embarrassed himself. He tended to do that. Get embarrassed over silly things like underwear. Sometimes he forgot that he was nearing twenty-six years old, not thirteen.
"Not exactly something that I'd suggest wearing out on a patrol, but it certainly wouldn't be something terrible to wear during some kind of outing," he told her honestly. "You should go out sometime. Somewhere nice. Wear a dress, be...something besides a Slayer." He held up a hand. "I know. You love the gig. But I think you deserve a break every now and again. A chance to go out and have a little fun."
He looked a bit embarrassed again at her comment, that same sheepish smile fleeting across his face. "I do dress smart. For work. Sometimes. So I've got you beat."