When the man answered him in such a way, Sam lowered his hands slowly, keeping them at his sides. It wasn’t exactly confirmation that this man was only a man, but he definitely was considerably more human than any of the beasts Sam was usually tracking down. It was very strange to say the least. And as he took in the situation, or rather as he took in the full sight of the other man standing there nude, it was also very awkward. Eddie was a bit bigger built than Sam, but Sam was accustomed to his targets being larger than him, though he wasn’t typically around them in their human forms. At least, not for very long. “My, my, what big… eyes… you have..” he murmured to himself, clearing his throat as he glanced away.

“I wish I could say I was here for something as miniscule as stealing…” Sam said, chuckling. Eyeing the scotch, he noticed it had been drunk but the man didn’t appear to be even the slightest bit buzzed, he seemed fully alert and aware. “That is a nice bottle you got there though, how are you enjoying it?”

Pushing the door shut, he stepped further into the room. “So it seems you and I have a bit of a dilemma now.” he said, going over and sitting in one of the chairs by the window. “And neither of us can leave until we figure out a solution.” Sam couldn’t go back to the Red Hoods empty handed and without explanation, and he had left his team with instructions to kill on sight if they saw the target leave the building unless further instructed not to.  

“You see, I get paid to kill monsters. Are you a monster, Eddie?”