It really did tick him off when she got all smug and amused when he was pissed off. Again, the need to strike her across the face one good time was very, very tempting. The thought felt wrong. That was probably because she was in a woman's body. There was still something entirely different lurking on the inside. Not human. Hitting her wasn't like hitting a regular person. She could take it if he really did try. Personal experience. All of that. The temptation grew a bit in that second and Sam nearly did raise his fist. Nearly. He held her gaze for a long moment, looking downright furious, before roughly shoving her one more good time and turning away.
"Dammit."
She was so frustrating. Everything about this fucking situation was frustrating. From the singing and dancing to the sheer fact that Ruby was pushing him on the things he never wanted to talk about again. He seriously wished that there was another trashcan to take his frustrations out on. The closest thing to one was a mailbox. Would kicking it now that he was in front of someone make him look like an overly emotional teenager? Probably.
"You just wouldn't let it go, would you?" He looked back to her. Again: unamused. "I asked you not to bring it up again and you did. Multiple times. And no matter what I said, no matter how many times I tried to get you to back down, you just kept on going. Do you even care about my opinion, Ruby? Do you care about the decisions that I make? You claim to be my friend, someone that I can trust and confide in, and then you turn back and push things on me that I don't wanna deal with. That's awesome. Thank you, Ruby. You're awesome."