His arched brow raised higher still. He would have laughed then, but he was as impressed as he was thrown off by the ease with which she'd risen to his unspoken, petty challenge. She was more interesting than she looked, which was truly saying something. "Yeah, sure," he said. New to the gym or not, she clearly had an agenda for her visit; it seemed a shame, though, to let her go without further needling.
"Listen, I'm not a half bad first responder, either." A faintly teasing note had snuck into his tone, his voice sounding a breath away from vaguely good natured laughter. His arms folded across his chest, Samuel regarded her with a more appraising eye, cupping his chin in one sweat-slick palm. "So when you snap one of those little arms of yours, I can probably have it set before the paramedics get through the traffic to get here. You're welcome, in advance."