When she touched his hand, she noted two things right away - it was baby-smooth... and it was -warm-. Very warm.<br/><br/>Sam noted her blush when he complimented her, and he raised a brow. He was obviously surprised that such an innocent compliment would make her blush at all. With the body she had, he bet that she received compliments all the time and was hit-on quite often. "You are -smoking hot-, Rebecca," he said without hesitation. "Why would you blush by someone calling you gorgeous? That is rather... adorable," he said with a faint smile.<br/><br/>He was about to step through the door when she called for him to wait. He paused, turning his head to look at her as she approached. She asked what his price was, and he tilted his head slightly to the side. Slowly, he raised a hand, and with the tip of his index finger he lightly traced a circle around the healed bullet-hole in her chest, just above her round breast. His finger moved softly, lightly, and slowly.<br/><br/>"The price, to heal -this-?" he whispered to her, looking down into her eyes. "Why... your immortal soul, of course," he said, giving her a crooked smile. His finger circled the the spot where the bullet had penetrated her one more time, and then that finger tip slid downward, up along the rise of her breast - but he pulled it away just inches before it would have reached her nipple. The way he had said it made it sound -almost- like some sort of teasing joke.<br/><br/>"Think about it," he said confidently. "And text me. Or call. You have my number... and while you're at it - throw the other one away."<br/><br/>He winked at her, then turned and stepped out through the door, walking away at a slow and casual pace. "By he way, nice tats," he called out without turning around, referring to the various ink he had seen on her skin.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>