"Stick around, it might happen. I got no problems putting my hand down his pants." A brief pause as he reflected on what he'd said, a small nod of acknowledged that followed. Yeah, maybe a little too much, but it was said and Samir didn't believe in taking back words or apologizing for them, the result of an unfortunate combination of half a life spent in rehab and the consequent freedom he'd found in the Underground. Besides, she knew what he meant to say. With the cup now back on the desk, he tried to rub some warmth back into his fingers and didn't even protest when she took one for herself, right out of his personal stash.
That was alright, but he still squinted up at her to see if she hadn't taken one of his pot lollies. Obviously, that was only taken out after he was done here.