Honestly, Sam's just glad to get out of the crowd for a little while. While he is always happy to do what he can for the kingdom, he's never been a big fan of crowds. Sam positions himself between Gadreel and the crowd of well-wishers as they're led to the reception room.

Only once the door is shut does Sam breathe a sigh of relief.

He doesn't stop, though, pressing his hand into Gadreel's back to show him to one of the couches. "Please, sit," he says, smiling at his mate. "Are you thirsty? They'll have stocked the room with water and juice, but I'm sure they'll have left a bottle of wine if you'd rather."