"Hahha, yes, sort of. It's a bit hard to explain now that I think about it. The best visual I can give you is a series of pictures flipping rapidly so that it looks like the image is moving. But movies take hours, not seconds," he tried one last time to explain, but his laugh said he knew it probably wasn't helping anything.

Kirk tended to trust people. It might not always be the wisest choice, but he liked to believe in the inherent goodness of others. And Sam had helped him earlier, and so far had shown no other signs of giving him a reason to distrust him. He watches the other absorb the flirtation, his own lips having softened into a gentler smile.

A shiver ran through him at the touch of Sam's fingers on his palm, fingers twitching. There was an instinctive need to protect the wounded part of him, but he did not pull away from him.

"A mage and a blacksmith? One more hidden talent and you'll be a triple threat," he teased him.