"Eyes up here, mister," she warns, two fingers pointed first at Sam's face and then up at her own eyes.

She's married, after all.

(Never you mind the smug look she's trying to hide.)

"Aye, I think you're all talk; your lady friend didn't complain none after your date, so my match-makin' record remains untarnished," she hums, moving out of the doorway and sauntering closer to where he be; "Seems rather gentlemanly of ye."