Eliot nodded. "I can see that, yeah." He shrugged. "I don't know, Sam. I mean, it's not always easy to tell these things from looking at someone. I never suspected." But then he didn't really think of Sam being interested in anyone. Sam was just Sam. He didn't try to put labels on people, like that.
"And you know, if you ever want to work on your fighting skills, I'm your guy." What the hell, he'd already taught Sam the basics, and he'd seen some potential in him. Nothing he'd dare to exploit as long as Nate was around, but Sam had some natural instincts.