"Stop it, Giac. You used to like him." Before Sam had started to mess with his fun and therefore, Giac had decided that Sam was the enemy. It was entertaining, honestly. Also meant that he'd make sure Giac wouldn't go past that line Barty drew around Sam when it came to teasing him.

"I promise, Sam. Scout's honour." Not that he was a scout or had ever been one, but still. He assumed Sam had. "We're about to get to that painful part again. What do you want me to do, rip it slowly or fast?"