Sam falls back into the pillow, wiping the sweat from his brow as he looks over. Concerned, he asks, "What?" Starting to prop himself up on an elbow.
Susan shrugs, "Nothing." She waited a moment, "It was just a little fast."
"Fast!" Sam exclaimed defensively.
Feeling accused, she shrugged, "Well, yeah. And kinda boring. But thanks?" She realized the mistake and before she could apologize Sam was already through the door tugging his pants up.