Jacen smirked, nodding as Sam spoke. "The boy's pretty smart, Eve," he commented. "So if you want to hurt me, you might as well just get on with it." Come on, he thought. Get on with it. Give me the strength I need.
He couldn't allow himself time to think on what some of her words meant, about Faith finding her way back. The rest of the people at the Hyperion would help her and then he could see one very angry Slayer storming her way through Los Angeles. He knew they would come, for both of them. He had seen first hand quite how angry the Winchesters could be when one of their own was taken and his Queen was more than capable of cutting through Wolfram and Hart.
And any tampering with lightsabers would no doubt result in loss of limbs so he was not too concerned about that.
What he did focus on was the reference to his wife. "You are not touching her," he all but snarled at the bitch. "And Sam is not going to give into what you want, so you might as well give up now." His smirk turned cold. "Though just for you, I'll give you a very special demonstration of exactly what makes a Sith Lord tick."