"Could be terrible," he pointed out. "I guess that just depends on how well you do." Ah, his army. He was having a little trouble with that. But Sam was going to be the last person to admit it. He'd managed to convince a few demons on the street here and there, but aside from that he'd been limited on his communication with his allies from hell. It was getting frustrating. But the killing helped. And he was sure that the sex would be quite the therapy. For a little while.
"They can," he agreed, "but I don't think that your looks are deceiving enough."