Re: Call: Sam & Cris
¡Cállate! [He is red and he almost groans, annoyed with himself and how stupid nervous he feels about something so normal. But, then she asks her question and he's gotta think about it, and that's a nice distraction. His voice is much warmer and lower than before when he talks.] You smell good. You smell like sweat and—I dunno, it must be paint. Cloves. If I fuck you, you smell like sex too.