Samson grinned enigmatically, biting back the comment that he would call Vincent old-fashioned. He had already made fun of the other man's slightly old-timey ways and he did not actually want to scare the guy off.
Not yet, anyway.
"I never really understood jazz," Samson purred, his hands circling around Vincent's strong and this time actually grabbing his ass firmly. "But horror? I do like horror. Something properly scary. Nothing quite as thrilling as a grade A flick. I like watching something with a high production value. And good values."
Samson smirked as his hand reached to the front of Vincent's jeans. "Not many plans yet," he said. "At some point, I'm going to have to find a place to sleep."