Fred's lips twitched suggestively and he cleared his throat. Sam closed his eyes and drew a deep breath, laying both hands on the bar for a few moments. Just one, Fred. He opened his eyes and smiled tightly. I want fresh water, too.
Leftovers is half price.
There's no way I'm going to let you put my body into someone else's second-hand bath water. No telling what they might have left behind. Sam closed his eyes again, then reopened them and bared his teeth. Even though Paul couldn't see Sam's expression clearly in the cloudy mirror, he knew it wouldn't even come close to resembling a real smile. Fresh water, Fred.