Calvin sighs, resigned, but he's noting all the eyes on Micah. The rumour has undoubtedly spread through their ranks, about who Micah is, and why he's coming over to Calvin. Sam's smiling, but his eyes are trying to bore a hole through the American's skull. It's enough to make Calvin lean into Micah's presence instead of shooing him away.

"Shockin'," Calvin agrees dryly. "I could've sworn you were cutthroat enough."

"St. Clair," Sam interrupts the banter before it can take off. "Good to see you again. I guess this," he gestures at both him and Calvin, "is still a thing?" Nearby conversations go quiet as ears open up for scraps of gossip.