Sam looks up from glaring at his mug at the question. "What? No!"

His eyes go wide and he raises his hands to... do something but stops short. At a loss for what to do he rubs the back of his neck. He is very confused on what to do in this kind of situation.

Sam sighs heavily, taking a moment to gather his thoughts.

"I'm... very glad to see you. I just..." Sam makes a face then looks at Cyril curiously. "I had just... assumed we wouldn't see each other again? Ugh." With his free hand Sam once again rubs the corners of his eyes.

Putting his hand down he pouts, but his eyes narrow seriously. "I'm not used this kind of thing."