Faith did believe in him. He didn't have to listen to this. He knew how she felt, even if there were always going to be those little doubts in the back of his mind arguing otherwise. The implication that Faith was stupid to trust him did not seem to sit well with Sam. The seething look that he delivered in response was answer enough to how he felt about all that. It was sort of traditional of the bad guy to run their mouth about things they knew nothing about. Sam knew that. That didn't change the fact that he was still annoyed - no, annoyed was being nice, he was furious - with her.
He wasn't going to break. She couldn't make him.
That thought had only run through his mind before the door opened. Frowning, Sam looked across the room, his heart skipping several beats when he realized exactly what it was that was being hauled in his direction. Immediately, Sam planted his feet to the ground and pushed back. The black eyes only came in second to the sight of the red pouring down the neck of the demon that was being thrust before him.
"No," Sam gasped out, seeing nothing but red. His insides began to protest angrily at his statement of refusal, burning hungrily for the wonderful substance that was being offered. He could taste it already. Delicious. Power.
"Get it away!" He turned his face to the side, screwing his eyes shut. Sam wanted it. Blood. Demon blood. A few swallows of that and he could send Eve and her buddies flying all over the room. A few swallows. Maybe more than a few, maybe - "I don't need it, I don't need it, I don't need it."