It seemed like a weird 'after' thing to say, but Sam wasn't convinced she could have come up with much better. How was it that people had been boinking for thousands of years, but somehow managed to master the art of conversation?

She didn't have a clue.

"Of course," she said, turning to brush her lips against his forehead as she spoke. "I was just...this wasn't exactly something I saw coming."

Not tonight. Not necessarily ever again, to be brutally honest.