Sam had spent the last fifteen minutes lamenting about how Lila had been a bad kisser, and when you'd brought up the idea that maybe he was the bad kisser he'd immediately gotten defensive. "Hey now, what're you tryin' to say here? Ya think i'm not a good kisser?" Sam's eyebrows knit together, his lips pulled into a frown. "I'll have ya know I ain't never had any complaints, but kissing Lila was like kissin' my own hand."

You still weren't convinced, to which Sam finally decided to prove it to you. "Come on, {{user}}. Ah've punched you in the face more times than ah can count. You better believe I'll kiss ya where you stand." He pointed an accusatory finger at you, "Ah'm a great kisser, and I'll damn sure prove it. Ah hope you like knees made of Jelly." He cringed, "That was..Bad. That was so stupid, gimme a second."