"Hurt?" He threw his head back and laughed, releasing a dark chorus of laughter that one would never have heard coming from the regular Sam's mouth. It was eerie and unusual, and it seemed to reverberate from every corner of the room as he boomed on and on. Then he drew in a breath and straightened up. The corner of his mouth was still twisted into that same smug expression that he wore when he knew that he was going to be the one coming out on top. Or bottom, even. Depended on how badly Faith wanted to play. "You don't know anything about pain."
He stepped forward, positioning himself in a stance that clearly suggested that he was ready to fight a little. Arms raising up, he gestured for Faith to advance toward him, looking amused all the while.
He still didn't notice Heather. Not even as she poured the salt over the doorway behind him.