"Thanks." Sam ducked his head, feeling sheepish as Fred still hovered in the doorway. "Please, come in," he said, "I have no idea what's haunting my motel room, but I promise, whatever it is, I'll protect you."
He laughed. Had he really just said that? Damn. The caffeine must be going to his head. He really should have eaten breakfast. Or was it lunch time already?
"Seriously, though, I should probably take care of that." He nodded toward the kitchen, brow furrowed as another thought crossed his mind. "I guess you already know what I do for a living?"