Ankyra Sound working hard or hardly working

Sam followed.

He was not particularly thrilled with the choices he was making, but they were the right ones for the job he wanted. The henchmen did the kidnapping. It was dirty work, he roll up his proverbial sleeves and get stuck in.

The pup galloped off at full speed, which wasn't very fast at all. Sam kept pace easily without ever having to break into a jog. He didn't know what he would do if the mother was home. Grab the kid, hold it hostage, hope that she didn't have friends? A better plan would be to take it with him - steal the baby as she had stolen his skull.

"Hey, baby!" Sam bounded ahead of Lilimar, then lowered his head to block their path. His brown eyes were warm and friendly.  "Let's go to the beach! You know beach? Beeeaaaachhh?"