Richard held Samuel's gaze for most of the show. A good deal of it. Quite a bit, really. The one or two times his eyes slid lower provoked neither embarrassment nor arousal from him. (Well,maybe a little arousal, but not enough to throw him off his game.) Rather, it was part of the challenge. If he didn't look down, Samuel might as well be disrobing in private, and that was definitely not the point. The point was... well, the two or three classes he had took in college which talked about this sort of thing stirred in Richard's memory, offering phrases like 'homosocial bonding' and 'thwarted aggression' to define what was going on. Richard, on the other hand, was pretty sure that the point was that underwear headdresses were funny and he hadn't gotten any for a few weeks. It was a good point.
When Samuel pulled his jeans up and shot the line at him, Richard grinned. "I'm sure I could have come up with something else," he said with an exaggerated shrug. "If that hadn't worked, anyway. The jeans might fit your head, if you belt them tight enough." The wink he sent back was a little mocking, but generally good humored. "Truth. Why not?"