Samuel frowned, his mind racing, reading a deeper meaning into Remi's words than just him being susceptible to the sun. He preferred permanent additions to his garden... and his life? Because an immortal being wasn't permanent enough? Or was he being viewed as part time because he was only around at night? Was he even reading the right thing into any of this, though? When Remi grabbed his thumb and moved his hand downward, it felt like he wasn't imagining it. He was physically and metaphorically being kept at a distance, then. Because he wasn't trustworthy yet?
Still, Sam took it as an excellent sign that Remi didn't remove his hand entirely and even if he rejected his offer of being a statue, the way he smiled at him was encouraging (and lovely). There was hope... but, again, Samuel's reservations rose up, attempting to stifle the good time he was having. As Remi's employer, he shouldn't be making moves on him. It was very difficult when he wasn't being dissuaded outright like he'd expected but Remi was pretty innocent. Maybe he didn't get it? Ah, but why'd he move his hand down if he didn't know what Sam was doing?
The alteration in his heart rate had been unmissable, the change in his tightened vocal cords obvious. Remi was interested in him; it confirmed for Sam that Gene's sexuality hadn't also been flipped when everything else had, which was a great relief. Remi had been offended the last time Sam asked (rightly so) and he'd been trying to figure out a more subtle way to ask ever since. He didn't need to now. Remi could be seduced... but Remi shouldn't be seduced by him! So who? Dominic? Gah!
Samuel shook his head vaguely, trying to clear up the rapid toing and froing his brain was doing trying to figure Remi and his motivations out. He needed to respond. Cut this short as he should, perhaps ask Remi to take him home and enjoy the many, many hours left in the night in restrained solitude. Or call Digital as soon as he got there and see if he could take his frustrations out on someone who definitely wouldn't move his hand lower.
He grinned back. "So you're only interested in full-time adornments, huh?" he queried, turning his hand within Remi's grasp in an effort to let go of his knee and thread his fingers in between Remi's, so that they were holding hands. He didn't feel overly warm anymore, which Sam took to mean that Remi's heat was behaving as all heat did and had invaded his cool flesh to achieve equilibrium. It was one of the true delights in spending time with living creatures.
"Vampires need not apply because there could be no casual... 'decorations' in your garden?" he asked softly, looking at Remi's mouth as he lifted his head off his hand and tilted it closer to Remi's face. The hand that had been supporting him dropped and brushed warmth emanating off Remi's dangling hand. Drawn to it, his pinky finger stretched outward and lightly caressed Remi's. "I didn't know you were such a traditionalist. Pity," he announced, disappointment evident in his tone and in the playful pout he wore.
With a sigh, he sat up and withdrew from Remi's personal space, pulling both his hands back and using them to press into the cushions either side of his body to lever himself a few inches away. He frowned down at it as he did and then looked up at Remi in the same manner. "Is this where you sleep?" he hazarded, aware that Remi's scent was potent here, like he spent a great deal of time on this couch - longer than a casual relaxation session warranted.