Barty watched him, at the ready so he could move forward and step in should it be necessary. Which he deemed to happen very fast, because he was losing his patience watching Sam fumble around with those buttons. He moved forward and slapped his hands away, undoing the buttons for him. "Your work is going to notice something is off, Sam. You're not that odd usually."

Well. "Almost, but not quite. And how exactly do you plan on getting that footage? You know Cheon wants you to play ball."

Which he knew Sam was never going to do. "One step after another, darling. Let's get you showered, aye? Then we can discuss it."