Sam watched as he juggled the revolvers, smiling a bit as he did so, though the smile turned to slight panic as he threw them to her, one after the next. She managed to catch them and set the first one down gently before she caught the other two. She smirked when he said he was wearing that outfit for a while. "Well it's good you washed it. I'm sure no one would want a stinky fox running a muck." She giggled. She smiled sheepishly when he called her out of calling him cute. "Well, most men I've met don't enjoy being called cute. They seem to take it as an insult." She said, shrugging. She was a bit surprised by his smile. It was warm and almost comforting. She had yet to see him look at anyone else like that. She smiled back, but looked down at the guns in her lap, starting to clean the first.