Of course Samantha expected an answer like that, considering who she was talking to, but nevertheless it still forced her to bite back a real smile. For as much as she'd perfected the art of communicating with as little words as possible, she wondered if Sam knew just how good he'd gotten at doublespeak. Straight forward on the surface, but underneath that, he saw her hesitation and met it halfway. He and Steve might not be cut out for the life of a spy, but one thing was clear, he'd gotten way too good at handling her. Even more strange, she didn't mind so much.
In all honesty, she didn't really anticipate much of a problem with Jack Strange, or Holly, if they came as a pair like Samantha sort of expected they did. Questionable personal habits aside, everything that would raise alarms that she'd been able to dig up on him had to do with the people that surrounded him, not his own inclinations. A lot of bad family shit mostly, some she'd already known from looking into Holly's past some time ago when she'd first surfaced in the community, but that was the thing about intel. There was always more to uncover if you looked hard enough.
There was no telling if Jack was the kind of person who would be bothered by the fact that Samantha already knew more about him than was probably kosher considering they were still complete strangers, but fair was fair. Once upon a time, the tables had been flipped, and Natasha had been the one on the receiving end of a persistent spy's watchful eye long before he made himself known to her. Even if Jack didn't understand, Clint would.
Samantha met Sam's gaze evenly in return, though maybe with the slightest bit of resignation. She could dance circles around most people, but Sam was never somebody she could fool for long, and that had been true long before their reincarnates came in to complete the puzzle of their ever baffling friendship. "I think waiting has never done us any favors."
That was true of both their lives, past and current. She knew it, Sam knew it. Even Samantha could admit when it was time to throw in the towel. Some things were just meant to be, and delaying recruiting him to the team because she had reservations that were entirely personal didn't make sense. She knew that too. Besides, she was actually getting pretty tired of looking in his window, so to speak. It was time to bring him in.
"That smells good," Samantha nodded after a moment's pause to the buttered pan now full of homemade ravioli, a small smile playing in the corners of her lips as she took another sip of wine and swallowed it down. So she was changing the subject, so sue her. "You sure you don't want to hang up the shield and just work in the kitchens full time?"