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Was she flirting now or messing with him. Sam sipped his coffee uncomfortably not sure what to say. This didn’t happen often but without a window within sneaking distance he couldn’t get himself out of the situation. Then again he wasn’t sure that he wanted to. Did he have people he could ask to give a thumbs up on past performances? Would it be weird to ask Juniper that? Would she? Sam sipped his coffee again knowing that was the only thing that was a known.

Sam raised an eyebrow at her. Proof? Oh his health? He was Sam ******* Johnson. She saw him without a shirt, in the water. Killing a beast. Were the men at in Atlantis in that better of shape? He frowned slightly not liking the thought that he was anything but perfection. ”I mean… I’m pretty sure Doc has some paperwork on me.” he said thinking about it.

”Wait hold up.” he said now feeling like he was applying for a full time position. ”What’s the hourly rate? Any benefits?” he asked trying to make a joke in a situation that was slowly running away from him.

Now glad that she no longer threatened him with the thread cutting he could laugh about it. ”No lasting harm is often preferred.” Sam agreed.

The icemancer smirked when she punched him in the shoulder. Taking the hit he played up the pain and rubbed his shoulder with his ice arm. ”No ma’am.” he agreed again, ”I don’t want any more competition, just looking forward to the demonstration.” he laughed a bit and this time took a step out of range.

Sam did not know the meanings. While he did study a bit of Nordic mythology (how he determined Rime was his next codename) he didn’t study the ruins nor the symbols so had no idea what he was looking at. Glad Cora was there to explain he nodded his head as if he understood. ”Three things I’m good at, striking fear into my enemy, power and protecting.” he puffed out his chest and then in a deeper voice. ”Sold.” before he could take them from her she already hid the price tag and purchased it. Raising his eyebrows he smirked and watched her leave the booth.

The icemancer spotted the same bracers but in a different color this one seemed to be the same color of the thread they shared. She did show him not to long ago. Before she could see what he was doing Sam decided to do an impulse buy. Not even looking at the price tag he thanked the vendor and chased Cora. ”You forgot these.” he grinned offering them up to her.

He took one of the bracers and held it up debating if it would ruin his costume if he wore it. Couples did match after all. ”Would it clash with my costume?”

Sounded like something someone who was afraid of having gills would say. He’d have to ask around more about that. Maybe someone could confirm or deny for him.

”I do.” he agreed with her. This was way better than asking her about her home. Not only did it inflate his ego more but it also required someone who was normally a pain struggle to compliment him.

”Maybe not in Atlantis.” Sam quickly added in. His nose scrunched up when she said he would be considered for genetics. Did that mean they only married to better the genetic line? So love? He didn’t need love, just the idea would make it bearable.

Sam choked on his coffee when she mentioned him being a concubine. He knew what that meant. The icemancer laughed and then managed a normal sip still leaning forward. ”Concubine. Someone higher up? Like royalty?” he looked down to his coffee then looked up eyebrow raised, ”You hiring?”

Sam shrugged assuming it was common knowledge, ”That’s what you can do right?” he sipped his coffee. ”Probably heard it from one of the other kids.” he shrugged again. Not remembering where he heard it. He didn’t press more about her mutation. Clearly she wasn’t up for talking about it and Sam was the last person to press questions when people didn’t want to talk.

”So was it like a bubble or a dome?” he asked, ”The way you kept the water out or” he touched his neck, ”Is it a gill thing?” he didn’t mean to cause offense but he was too curious now about the whole situation.

The arched eyebrow made him laugh nervously, coupled with the thought of marriage the ultimate form of commitment (something he was great at avoiding) he sipped his coffee and shook his head. ”More curious than anything. Not really looking for anything like that. Prefer to keep it cool and casual”

He thought for a second, ”What do you mean an advantageous match?” he asked curiously wondering where he’d fall on the scale.

She created Gemstones. That was all he remembered her saying what kind they were and how he wasn’t sure but he wasn’t sure where to go on the rubies. It took a moment for him to think about it, a few days out if the month? His face soured when he finally came to the conclusion. Blood led to rubies.

”Gross.” he said into his coffee trying not to laugh. ”Gold and silver.” Sam agreed. It was a pretty basic currency; thousands of nations have been built upon it. It made sense too because if they were at the bottom of the ocean no telling how many coins were repurposed from other currencies.

The icemancer went back to the pot and poured some more coffee and then looked over and offered some to her before he continued, ”Rubies aside, what other stones can you make?” he asked, ”I’m not asking because I need money.” he quickly clarified, ”Far from it. I’ve done alright for myself. Just curious is all.” he said smirking. He wasn’t bragging about his wealth he was sure anything he had paled in comparison to hers. She was a princess of a kingdom after all.

”So… bottom of the ocean?” he asked, ”What was that like?” he took a sip of the coffee and leaned on the counter across from her, ”Also,” he said a little more boldly, ”Polygamist or monogamous relationships? Asking just in case I ever go.” he said with a smirk.

Sam frowned when she picked up his action figure. His mutation spoke more for him on the situation than he wanted to. The area around them got colder before he realized what he was doing. His nostrils flared and then he waited till she was done talking. He didn’t like thinking about this topic let alone talking about it. It acknowledged that he could re age at anytime, possibly forget everything and everything he had learned in his short time after the age displacement. Even if he had photos he didn’t want to forget everyone.

Maybe it was easier if he didn’t interact with people, maybe he was better off not interacting with anyone who didn’t know his older self. His depressing thoughts were starting to become apparent on his face. He kept staring at the action figure she had in her hand. Sam then pointed to the Mirror and Serena action figures. ”They like to remind me that my future self is a better person. I don’t know if they do that as an insult but seeing the lives he. I affected and have no memory of. It’s hard not to feel like I missed out on a lot.”

He didn’t like that he was expressing his feelings in fact it was obvious from the way he was squirming and fidgeting with his fingers in each hand. ”I’m always going to be good looking.” he said trying to force a smile. That wasn’t the issue, his older self’s mentality was. The way he drank the fact he tried to kill himself. Sam’s nostrils flared again the cold around them coming back. He focused again controlling his mutation in the form of his arm icing back up.

”I didn’t like what I saw.” he finally admitted, ”Older me was just… a mess.” he summed up. He didn’t want to go into details why he was a mess. Older Sam gave him reasons but it was like his older self just gave up something he never wanted to do. He wanted to live, make his life better than what it was during his time in T.A.T. though without explaining everything to Cora he doubted she’d understand. One thing he wanted to do was not chase her away in his mind telling her everything was the best way to do that.

”You got nothing to be sorry for. Not like you de-aged me right?” Sam said trying to smile. He rolled his eyes and grabbed the action figure box of himself and then went to pay for it. ”A gift.” he said trying to smirk knowing that this was going to be a reminder whenever he went over to her place. ”So you can keep in mind how hot I get if you ever get bored of me.”

”I am worried about forgetting you though.” he said not sure what his older version would think of Cora. Sure he knew he’d think she was hot but there was more to Cora than just that. ”Also he isn’t me though. I haven’t gone trough anything that made him the way he was.” he gestured to her, ”Wouldn’t have met you.” he then gestured to everything else, ”Can tell you I defiantly wouldn’t be here.” he shrugged, ”I mean, it’s good to know you still find me attractive in my old age.” he tried to make a joke to lighten the mood.