[ It comes from being one part cocky shit and one part curious cat, but it's not a favour that'll go unpunished--after all, Sam is his friend now, and friends did these kinds of things for each other. This would count as two favours from Sam, and he would make sure that they were paid for when the time came.

He had to know how this worked, but mostly when he stepped onto the box he was hoping it wouldn't.

His body froze, his back foot lifted up to his toe, his left hand slightly raised as though he were about to speak, his head slightly tilted to one side, but that was all he could do. For a moment he wasn't sure whether he could open his mouth to respond, because he was suddenly frozen solid, and it wasn't unpleasant so much as it was undesirable. ]

Apparently not. I should have probably mentioned before we began this experiment that if you get out a Sharpie or a pair of scissors I will make you rue the day you were born. Are we clear, Merlotte?