Sam grimaced, glancing after his brother, then back at the magician-slash-wizard with a shrug. He had a feeling that whatever had set him off about the woman--and he was guessing it was more than just the witchy part--it was going to be one of those conversations that they had to save for later.
"You know," he said, "Maybe I'll just give him a minute, and then go check on him if he's not back with drinks. He's still getting used to the whole alternate universe thing. You probably just reminded him of an old flame or something," he added, nodding at Oliver. "That seems to be a trend around here."