One hundred and fifteen beats a minute. An ideal resting heart rate for a man his age in excellent condition. Not a trace of sudden jump, deception or regret. He wasn't lying.

Or if he were, he would have to care so little that it wouldn't affect him in any way.

Ariadne was right, of course, there was Something Wrong With Sam, but what proof was there, he was approaching her romantically? Was that so far fetched?

He nodded again to the question. Well, more of a statement.

"I do. But I think she'll be happier where she came from. So it's for the best."