Sam was still getting used to the fact that his back was more scars than skin now thanks to a pissed off werewolf who had his leash yanked by a psychopath. Given time, he was sure he'd be fine.

"So, I've gotta beware of rocks and the heat now?" he asked, shrugging out of his jacket, shirt and t-shirt fairly easily. They got dropped onto the ground before he spared another look around before putting his his hands anywhere near his pants.

"How did you even manage to get in without injuring yourself? That a skill that comes along with all the other talents you've got?" Sam joked, blowing on his fingers some to warm them up before moving to get down to his boxer shorts.