Samuel had not the first idea what Titus Andronicus was, though the plot outline Richard provided seemed interesting enough. He made a mental note to skim Wikipedia for the gist of its plot once he was home - should nothing else prove distracting, at least. Regardless of the reference Samuel was pleased with the answer he gave. It told him more than enough about his neighbor, not least that he would be an interesting person with whom to tangle. At present Samuel saw no reason to bait this particular bear, but he liked the idea that there was more to this wiry, posh-looking creature than a mere cursory glance would reveal. He suspected that here was either an interesting friend or a particularly dangerous and inventive enemy; true to form, Samuel earnestly could not decide which he might want more.
"That's..." Samuel laughed, shaking his head, his boxers wafting comically in the resultant breeze. "That's fuckin' great, actually."
He shifted against the wall of the car, smiling serenely as the cool grip of his pistol rubbed against his skin. His mind was racing, formulating new questions, new dares. And then the elevator rumbled beneath them, jittering into uncertain motion, heaving its bulk up to the next floor. Samuel reached up, jabbing the Doors Open button with one thumb. "It's been fun," he said, "but I'm gettin' off here, whatever the fuck floor this might be."