Elisabeth was glad to have the tension slightly lifted, though with what she was about to do, it might come back threefold. But if it meant helping Sam...she's risk it.
Cracking her neck, she focused on how his grin made him look just darling, a mischievous grin taking over her own features. Still holding his hand, she gave it a squueze and nodded down at the rock. "You try and make that rock move, I'll try and brass you off."
She re-opened the connection between their minds, putting up a shield to prevent any of her thoughts flowing into his mind and blocking out anything that didn't pertain to situation at hand. With him focused on the rock, she let go of his hand and shadow ported behind him, reaching around and grabbing a hold of him, while at the same time, gently dragging her teeth across his neck. Even though she was 5'11, she needed to stand on tip-toe, a silky giggle in his ear. It was no longer about winning him over and dragging him off to bed, it was about pushing her limits to get him to push his. Sure, she could think of other ways to upset him, but dead people weren't fun and she didn't know him well enough to know which insults would hit home. And she sure as hell wasn't going down the road that would infuriate him by making him think he wasn't good enough because he hadn't saved his Dean. She saw he did all he could and so, she left that nightmare alone. Sam surely beat himself up enough over it.