There was definitely a lot of power in the hotel. Sam could feel it. He had his own reservoir of power, but he needed to tap into it for it to be active, and he wasn't about to do that. His demon blood junkie days were well and far behind him, thank you very much.
"Oh, I don't know. Sometimes bruises are good things," Sam said. "Reminds you you're still alive," he added. There was a wink, suggestive, but he knew she couldn't see it so it was kind of pointless.