The way Sam kisses into her knuckles makes Porrim laugh softly, if only to hide the fact that she's feeling some feelings right now and she needs to maintain her cool.

"You charmer," she croons. "Fair enough." Feeling a little more daring knowing that there aren't any cameras that can catch her, she steps closer, holding Sam's gaze. "Thanks again." Leaning in, she drops a kiss on his cheek--or more accurately, his jaw--before stepping past him. "Shall we admire some more of the art?" she calls over her shoulder, like she's decided it's time to move on to the next gallery.