"I'm fine, thanks," the angel said to Sam, not interested in anything that might impair his judgement at the moment.

He smiled slightly at Claire's assessment. "That's good. You look good." He paused fractionally, then added a touch too quickly, "Well, I mean. Better rested. I'm glad that I could help."

When she turned her attention elsewhere, he looked away, rethinking that drink and privately adding 'Talking to women' to the ever-growing list of things he just wasn't very good at.