Sam glanced at the door. He reasoned he had a fair chance at it. Or he would have, if Faith hadn't been watching him, and if Wes hadn't taken a subtle step closer to him.
There was also the fact he wasn't a coward. He knew he was going to catch hell from Sara, and he deserved it. Even if she didn't know he'd suggested the mock fight, she was going to ream him up one side and down the other.
He just hoped she didn't do it in front of Constantine.