Re: Quicklog: Bruce/Sam
[The smile becomes a smirk, and he peers over at the Doc again.] Nah, man. Don't sell yourself short. You got your own hotness going on there. [The words come out without embarrassment, like it's no big deal to point out when someone else is attractive. There's still a flirt to it, just a little, even though the room is spinning. But there's only appreciation, not anything else in his expression that would hint at lust or desire.
And then he's sighing, an expression that would be a rolling of his eyes if it didn't currently make everything even worse.] I know how it works, Doc. Tell them so they can fix it. I may not like it, but I know how it works. [And yet, the information about his dreams stays firmly behind his teeth for the moment.]