Samuel glanced back at me, then swore. "If all you can do is snivel, then get the hell out of here."
Despite his condition, Adam growled, swiveling his head to look at Samuel.
[..a little later..]
"Mercy, look, I'm sorry..."
His voice was soft and sweet as molasses; but my mother once told me that you have to trust that the first thing out of a person's mouth was the truth. After they have a chance to think about it, they'll change what they say to be more socially acceptable, something they think you'll be happier with, something that will get the results they want.
That's the damn truth! I believe that.