He folds his hands in front of him and leans towards Sam, his voice childish and snide, gaze becoming completely malicious.

If it was anyone that wasn't from his world asking they might have gotten something closer to an answer. Maybe not a great, honest answer. But it would have lost the complete theater of it all.

Sam gets this because it is stupid coming from his mouth.

"Are we friends now, Sammy? Should we braid each other's hair before we go out into the wilds?"