Sam was pissed, she could tell that almost as easily as she could tell that he wouldn't be happy to see her right now, with the singing and the things they'd been discussing that way. It was easier if she was honest, so much easier just to sing the words, she got some level of truth from him then, the things he probobly wouldn't say to her otherwise.
Like the fact he really was thinking about it, even still.
"Sammy was low, just watching the show, over and over again. He knew it was time, he'd made up his mind, to leave his dead life behind.
His boss said to him boy, you'd better begin to get those crazy notions right out of your head, Sammy who do you think that you are? You should have been sweeping, at the emerald bar."
She stepped out from the shadows, the song was appropriate for the moment much as she knew he would glower at anyone but his family daring to call him Sammy, especially her, especially a demon. But the song was what it was.
"Spread your wings and fly away, fly away, far away. Spread your little wings and fly away fly away, far away. Pull yourself together, 'cause you know you should do better, that's because you're a free man."
The last was sung as she stepped up toward him moving into step with him. He was free, free to decide for himself, and this, this job he was doing. It was so far beneath him it made her sick.