Sam nodded a bit when Karia pointed to the club sandwich. He's probably go for that, seeing his menu down. His eyes actually lit up a bit when the dolls were mentioned, even when his face stayed neutral.
"Well," he said, picking up the doll he had sat on the table, "here's a basic explanation of a complex situation. When I cut someone, enough to draw blood, I gain control of their physical body. I can't control what they think, but I can control what they're made of, how much they can move themselves, how much they feel, and pretty much everything else. I do it to those who threaten me, those who cross me, and just horrible people in general. I avoid doing it to the pure, but I can't always avoid it. I torture the ones I targeted, but I usually try to be nice to ones who simply saw something they shouldn't have. I usually turn them to dolls because it's a preference." Sam seemed to brighten up the more he talked about his dolls. He held the doll in his hands gently, smiling by this point as he looked down at it.