So many different reactions pulsed through his veins as the purple clad Cheshire put most of his cards on the table, Samuel knew as well as any other paranoia inflicted human being that nobody reveals their whole hand, especially when they are this level of trickster. He found himself thinking this was amusing, feeling abhorrently angry, and, maybe what would be most surprising to someone who didn’t understand people of Sam and Cheshire’s caliber, he found himself feeling a large amount of respect. He wanted to lash out at the illusionist at points. This was an instinctual reaction. Sam didn’t like being commanded, Cheshire knew this from the way it seemed he reacted.<br/><br/>He vanished a couple times as he explained himself and reappeared in places where Sam would have had to take an extra few seconds to reach him, the extra few seconds would have been more then enough for the magician to vanish into thin air again. He vanished and reappeared for the final time just out of arms reach in front of him. Cheshire asked for his thoughts on the proposition and Sam evaluated his feelings on the matter. After 8 seconds Sam began walking forward slowly., his hands and arms relaxed, putting himself within arms reach. He did this to try and prove trust, to show no hostility would bring peace, or so he hoped.<br/><br/>“I will accept…” He said slowly, surely, decisively. “But I do not know you. I am not one for trust so easily.” Sam made eye contact, staring through the mask. Staring into the eyes so well hidden. “But it would appear you give me little choice. I won’t waste my time with threats. Threats are too easily forgotten.” His words sounding oddly calm in his thick irish accent, though slightly foreign. “I will make you a promise though.” Sam’s body still totally relaxed. “If you betray that trust. The trust that the people here have put in you…” There was a ring of silence as his words hung in the air. “Holograms will not stop me. Tricks will not stop me. Lies will not stop me…” A smile touched McCarron’s lips. But I accept this offer.” Samuel stuck out a hand in a show of physical appreciation. “And I gotta say bloke, I look forward to your show.”