[ The question catches Sam by surprise, and there's a startled burst of laughter, deep and genuine. ]

You're such a jackass, what the hell, man. [ And yet Sam's expression is lit up, and there's no mistaking the tone for anything else but fond amusement. Yeah, he can see why this guy is friends with Steve; they've both got the same kind of sense of humor.

Of course, it's Sam's kind of sense of humor, too. ]

Then I guess I'm gonna buy you a drink. You name the kind and you'll get it, probably not dumped on your head.