"Hey, if it works, it works." Sam offers a shrug and a shameless smirk. "Although usually it's a game of pool and a drink." Not that Steve can't kick his ass at pool, too. He knows that all too well, but he still never gives up on the challenge.

"Yeah?" Sam folds his arms over his chest. "Go on and take your best shot, Hercules." He wants to watch this (and it definitely doesn't have anything at all to do with Steve's biceps).