Samuel chuckled at Richard's joke, not quite certain that was all that it was. But he took it at face value, assuming Richard was indeed a clever dick, not one to be thrown even by the blunt sharing of brutal truth; Samuel counted it a point in Richard's favor, moving on as the other man seemed inclined to do.
At the mention of cookies Samuel quirked a brow. He was not ordinarily especially fond of treats, and chewy Chips Ahoy were hardly on his Top Ten list, but it seemed impolite to look a gift horse in the mouth. He had grown up being taught that food brought people together, and was appropriate in any occasion - it seemed to him an elevator stalling was just as good a reason as any. He plucked a cookie from the top of the stack lining Richard's palm.
"I'm a Sergeant with Orange County SWAT," he said, biting off the better half of his cookie. "Army Ranger before that." His grin was barely hidden by what remained of the chocolate chip cookie. "What about you?" he asked. "And for God's sake don't say you're an actor or I'll crawl out the fuckin' ceiling."