His head swerved down as a result of the blow to the side of his face. It stung, but it didn't take away from the level of self satisfaction Sam was feeling. She really thought that she was going to win this one, didn't she? He had shut her up good too. All she could comment on was her shoes. Her stupid, blood stained shoes.
"Are we done?" Sam asked, brows rising. "Or am I gonna have to ruin some more of your personal belongings? Gee, that's a nice blouse. Maybe I'll aim for that next." He imagined that she would become very, very tired of hanging around him if he sat around spitting blood on her all day long. She had to move on. Better things to do than ruin all her favorite clothes over one guy, right?
He was going to win this. Maybe not in the sense of escaping or avoiding any other fun plans she had for him, but Sam was not going to willingly consume the demon blood. Not ever again.