Wine is a good choice. Sam pours them both a glass of red wine, bringing them over and offering one to Gadreel before he sits down at the other end of the two-seater couch. It meant that Gadreel got a bit of space without feeling like he was being rejected by the amount of space between them.

He is the diplomatic prince. It meant he's gotten good at reading people.

"Is there a reason I should be disappointed?" Sam asks, not unkindly, offering his free hand to the other man.