It's almost cute, how the innuendo goes over Sam's head. He smiles to himself because of it, but he leaves it for another time as he moves to a more open space away from anything immediately dangerous. He scuffs the dirt with his boot and nods, turning to face Sam.

He shifted his stance, body relaxed but open, arms slightly raised, but not in a boxer's guard. He smirked at Sam and made a 'come here' motion with his hand. "All right, charge at me," he said to him. "And mean it."