"Twenty, that's... reasonable," Sam said with a smile. He'd expected it to be more, but he wouldn't complain. Instead he took out his wallet and fished out the right amount.
He held it out to Annie and gave her a brief nod.
"I'll pass on the message. Thanks again, Annie. It was nice to meet you."
He disliked pretending to care, disliked the niceties, especially with someone that he wasn't trying to sleep with. But he was doing what was necessary to survive. That was what it came down to-keeping the knowledge that he was soulless out of the hands of those that would try to find some way to stuff the Hell-damaged soul right back into him with no regard for how it might destroy him.