Samson felt those eyes pulling him in, but he was not going to give it up just like that. Other people might have reservations about leaving with strangers, but Samson was a witch. He could take care of himself. And of Vincent, if need be.
"Maybe I'll leave with you," Samson murmured, his hands coming apart and grabbing Vincent by the ass. "But I'm not done playing with you. I'm curious. Inquistive. So I'll be asking questions. However, if you play your cards right? You might be a witness to my world-famous striptease to Istanbul, Not Constantinople."