He nodded at her description of the fight, though in part he could not help but wonder how much of it was modesty, false or otherwise. These were niceties of which Samuel was only passingly familiar, and their subtle natures eluded him.
"I'll take it," he said, grinning fit to suit his name. He cast a belatedly clearing gaze back through the gym, where the few voyeurs who had briefly gathered for their fight were now slowly dispersing. Through the plate glass window at the front of the building the street corner opposite could be seen; lining the sidewalk there were a number of businesses and cafes that claimed, at least, to not mind the stench of patrons fresh from a workout. Among the buildings was a juice and smoothie bar that was ordinarily far too hippie-friendly for Samuel's taste, and bereft of alcohol besides. But it seemed to suit their current purpose, and so he set his sights upon it.
"There's a place across the street," he said, already turning on his heel to shamble tiredly toward it. "Nice comfortable chairs, air conditioning that actually works in the entire building... heaven, really." A sharp but thankfully good-natured smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he looked back to her. "You good to walk, or should I carry you?"
(SPIDERS WHY. D: And no worries! I'll steal you away again soon enough!)