Credence nods his understanding--he gets overexcited, too. The fact that Sam notices and adjusts because of that is completely lost on him; he figures the other's personality just runs away.

Besides, Sam's voice is nice and warm and Credence is also kind of excited about this sort of stuff, too.

"It wasn't a very nice game," He admits, reciting the rhyme over in his head as he stares at the wooden figure before setting it down and pressing his lips into a thin line.

"Do you wonder why there aren't any children or elderly here?" Credence does, maybe a little more often than he should.