Samuel thought for a moment, determined to make the question better, more insightful than its predecessor had been. He had more than a small sense the other man was hiding as much or more than he himself was; neither of them seemed willing to give up an advantage. A game played as close to the vest as this was at once entertaining and infuriating in its way. He almost wanted the man to say something fabulously off color, or to get angry, or to refuse to hold up his end of the game. It was becoming increasingly clear this would hardly be the case. And so instead his impish, not always harmless streak of darkness called out to the other man's, delving into territory they could easily laugh off - or, alternatively, allow to become unsettlingly real. He hoped, desperately, for the latter.
"Truth, huh?" He tapped his foot against the floor, his sock-clad feet scarcely making a sound. "All right, I wanna ask about revenge. No offense, but you kinda seem the sort." He tossed Richard a wink of his own. "What's the best revenge you can think of? And don't you dare say 'living well.' That's cheap and cheating."
(OOC: I think we're nearing a wrap, esp. since I know you have so much else on your plate. Feel free to get the elevator moving in the next tag or two if you agree?)