If Sam knew he was coming, he'd've brought a bottle of the best wine he could lay hands on - which, considering his numerous sources, would have been a pretty excellent little jug of booze.

He automatically turns on the charm, leaning forward with a grin. "A gentleman's always prepared." The glass comes to a gentle rest upon the table. "...For anything but being being blipped right up from the beach to this joint." He's going to presume he hasn't been drugged and dragged here, because terrorists and arms dealers normally have a knee planted in your groin by this part of the conversation.