"Interesting, huh?" Richard leaned back a bit, careful not to look at the actual ceiling. When he didn't pay attention to the fact that they were suspended in a metal box over certain death, he could almost relax. At any rate, he doubted whether his impending claustrophobic panic would fit into Samuel's definition of 'interesting'. A man who wandered around his own apartment building with a gun shoved into his trousers would probably want something a little more unusual. (Alright, it was holstered. His point stood.)
Maybe it was the game, but he found himself thinking back on high school. Plenty of stuff had happened back then, all of it too old to be important anymore. "Let's see," Richard said, running over those days in his mind. He couldn't use anything that had actually shown up on his records. And that left only one thing that might interest Samuel. The story wasn't exactly a secret, it was too old for that, but Richard couldn't remember the last time he had told it.
"High school, senior year." He settled on the event with a sense of finality, looking across the elevator at Samuel. "I snuck in to the main office and sabotaged my best friend's transcript. Kept him out of college for a good year and a half. Maybe more." His smile probably wasn't as wolfish as Samuel's, but there was something canine about it as he shrugged. "We sort of lost touch after that."
"Interesting enough?" he asked, doing everything but throwing actual finger quotes around the words.