"Keep calling it the stone-age, Mister, and I'm gonna start communicating with points and grunts." Which was teasing. He was smiling when he said it, his tone was warm. His smile's maybe not as certain since he's still feeling - pun not intended - exposed, but it's Sam and the warmth is just a thing that's there, with him. He couldn't turn that off hif he tried.

He blinks a little at the rest, though, and the smile fades a bit. "...I promise you, Sam, any soap you use is gonna bothr my nose a heck of a lot more than you smelling like you,."