Bemused by the polite gesture (Sam's usual "dates" were hardly the type to shake hands) Michael takes her hand and gives a firm gripped pump. "I see..." The corners of his mouth tick in what may potentially be a smile were it not for Sam opening his mouth.

"Showgirl turned cop, sounds like a good time girl." He drops her hand slowly, only letting his eyes linger her barely-covered body long enough for Sam to make a failed attempt at modesty. "Work, Sam. Some of us still work for a living."