A vacation? With Faith? The image of the two of them lounging out on the beach without any worries to keep them on alert was quick to find him. Just Faith and himself, relaxing, enjoying one anothers company. They could do that here, but only to a certain degree. This was the Hyperion, they were still in L.A., and bad things were always bound to ensue at one point or another. There, tucked away someplace else, they wouldn't have to worry about too much at all. Only each other. "Oh yeah. I'm entirely in favor of that idea," Sam decided, "in fact, if I didn't have so much going on between holidays and work stuff, I'd probably be dragging you off to find her right now." Being able to just up and leave at any second sounded too good to be true.
Handcuffs. She had the handcuffs! His eyes lit up at the sight of them. Reaching up, he wrapped his fingers around one of the metal cuffs and grinned. "I have a few ideas. And they all start with you putting these on."