"Stop calling me 'sir', Carter. I swear I'm getting a presidential order on you."
She grinned at him from her chair, her fishing pole resting next to her. She went to the cabin with him, but she'd be damned if she was gonna wait for fish that didn't exist.
"You're gonna get an order from the president because your subordinate IN THE MILITARY," she emphasized the last three words loudly, "calls you by an appropriate name?"
Jack rested his forehead in the palm of his hand, shaking his head.
"We're off duty, Carter. Appropriate can kiss my..." Sam's eyes widened, "neck..."
Sam chuckled at Jack's save.
"You're not getting an order, sir."
Jack relented, realizing he was getting nowhere.
"Well, fine. Maybe not. But... the president sucks. So there."
Sam looked at him in mock horror at his insulting their Commander in Chief, Jack gave half a smile.
"Now, the President however," Jack said, mustering a certain amount of seriousness, "you should feel both free and obligated to call 'sir' all day long."
"Nah," Sam shrugged, "the president can kiss my neck. Sir."