"You do that and I take no responsibility for just how much spit gets rubbed on your face," Krem replies, wrinkling his nose as he steers Sam to the fencing around the ring. He does wipe some of the water off his own face and pats Sam's cheek with the damp hand. "Anyone else hears you saying that they'll start thinking I'm doing more than just beating on you," he points out, giving Sam a toothy grin.