He leaned into her kiss, eyes closing momentarily while his heart jumped the way it always did when she got this close to him. There was a light, easy-going look in his eyes when she settled down beside him. How was it, he wondered, that one woman could turn a crap day completely around in less than three seconds total?
"I wouldn't have to diss them if the Latin wasn't all jacked," Sam responded, shifting a little so that she'd be able to relax against him a bit more comfortably. One arm went around her shoulders, tugging her close, while the other motioned toward the screen before them. "Look at that line there," he pointed out, nodding to a portion of the page. "It's supposed to translate into something along the lines of casting an evil spirit out, but instead seems to come out as cast you out, evil spirit, for a...potentially, that word may be sandwich. I really do not want to cast a spirit out for a friggin' sandwich." He rubbed at the bridge of his nose and shook his head. "This may very well be the anti-exorcism of all exorcisms." He was actually a little afraid to go on and attempt to translate the rest of it. What else would he be asking evil spirits to do? Slow dancing would be the next number on his list, he was sure.