[ He has to snort, trying to hide how pleased he is to have made Steve laugh. From Riley's sudden, startled choking - as if he'd just realized something - it seems he's not very successful at it. He answers with a wry smile: ] I don't think I'm skilled enough to try drawing anything even remotely suggestive.

[ He pauses then, glancing at the cash register before making a split second decision. Instead of ringing Steve's order up, he goes to the coffee machine to get started. ]

Tell you what, I'll make your drink first, and you tell me if you think it's worth the price after, okay? If not, this one will be on me.

[ Maybe Steve will hang around long enough for another cup after, if Sam entertains him enough (and the world doesn't need saving). ]