He tilted his head a little. "Nothin at all hmm? alright then, lets get back to roots." he struck his hands together to clear some crumbs off, "if the open eared stranger won't get you talkin, lets go this road." he held his hand out to her to shake as he spoke, "Samuel Carson, but folks usually just call me Sam. I promise shakin my hand is safe. you might feel a strong desire to leap into my arms after but do yer best to ignore it." again that stupid, light smile was showing her way. No malice, no ill intent at all. just an irritating mix of genuine interest in her and a deep desire to push her buttons at the same time. he would not take no for an answer either, and even if she continued the conversation he would continue to hold his hand out awkwardly, resting his elbow on the table if he had to. Even continuing the conversation he would keep it there until he got that shake.