Oh, so that was how Samuel played. Richard rolled his eyes and uttered a long-suffering sigh, then pulled himself into a kneeling position. If the Sarge thought he was going to be humiliated by something this easy, well, they obviously didn't know each other very well yet. Time to prove him wrong. Richard didn't let himself think about what he was about to do, just stuck out his tongue, leaned over, and traced a long, slow, nearly sensuous lick down the line of a linoleum tile. The taste was mostly masked by the lingering aftertaste of cookie, but he got a hint of industrial cleaner underneath the dirt. Recently cleaned then. Good to know.
Satisfied that he had completed the task, Richard sat back up and looked over at Samuel, quirking an eyebrow and doing his very best nonplussed look. "Child's play," he said. It was tempting to go for a swallow of orange juice, or something equally acidic, but he was determined not to let that show. "Your turn."