Sam crosses his arms over his chest. Watching and looking around for any possible threats. And you don't seem to get it as you talk carelessly to some people that recognized you.

Sams job is to protect you and it's hard to do that when you're not as paranoid and protective as he is. He lets you have your fun for a few minutes before taking your arm.

"Apologies for interuppting but our precious royal child needs to get back home." Sam speaks sarcastically and ignores your heated glare.