Castor affects a terribly wounded, innocent face at Sam's totally unwarranted harsh look that lasts until all have shuffled into the garage-on-the-riviera. Then it's back to a smarmy smirk as he shuts the door in the collective face of the thusly designated 'goons'. Spinning on his heel, he follows after the group, stepping lightly behind their visitor.

"You certainly run with an interestingly curious crowd, mon capitán," he drawls, definitely too close for comfort, before walking around and setting himself on the arm of the couch.