Sam blinked once or twice. "Yeah," he finally said. "If you really like Budwiser." He wasn't really attached to the beer either way, it had just been the first brand he'd seen in the fridge he shared with Trance that evening before he'd left the house. He'd been careful not to let Trance see him before he left, thinking she might have something to say about inebriated demon hunting plans.
"Staring at it's only going to piss it off," he offered, noting the direction of the man's stare. "Either that or it'll start talking, and I really hate it when they start to beg." It really sucked when the vessel had some sort of mouth piece.