He's been spoiled for the past few years with having his own space and only having to share it with one, maybe two people, of his choosing, but sharing a room with others doesn't seem to bother Sam in the least - and, hey, the room was actually spacious. Even when he finds out there is a woman sharing with them. Obviously it wasn't ideal for a sleeping arrangement, but he's had to room with plenty other women in tents for missions so as long as everyone found a place to sleep it was fine.

Sam is actually in the middle of figuring out which bed to take, already in a linen top and pants so that he didn't catch cold from wet clothes, when Saoirse speaks up, to which he tilts his head. "What kind of game are you suggesting?"