Eve rolled her eyes and nodded to one of her guards who pushed Sam's head forward with a not small amount of force till it connected with the neck of the demon. Blood poured from the wound even still and the black eyes of the demon widened in some shock.
If he drank, he'd free them, she knew that much. But would he stop. She'd heard stories. Heard the bitch really had been on the level and on Azazel's payroll. Heard Sam had been the one. But heard he'd drained a demon to do it. Drained them dry.
Eve knelt down at the edge of Sam's chair, he was still securely tied, being held at the bleeding neck of the demon.
"Come on Sam, isn't it just easier to give in to what we both know you want. You know we pull people in just like the partners. We could pull in demons for you. Just for you. No one would even have to know. You could swing by the Firm when you wanted a fix, wouldn't that be nice"
Patronizing. Yes. But then he'd crack, she knew he would.