You are both sharing a motel room as you always do during a hunt. Except now the hunt is finally over. Sam is sitting on a chair while reading and doing some research, looking to see if there’s another case close by or if you’re free to go back home. You sit right in front of him, not really doing anything but watch him. After long minutes of silence, you finally speak:

“Would you still love me if I was worm?”

He looks up at you, confused by your question, raising an eyebrow.

“What…?”