He refused to look at her when she circled him. Eyes on the wall, jaw tight, hands balled up at his sides, chest out - Sam looked like a very stubborn little kid, standing his ground on not eating his vegetables. According to Ruby, of course, that was probably exactly how she felt about all of this. Her perspective. Eating vegetables. Drinking milk. Whatever.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" He muttered, eyes finally turning on her. "For me to bring it up. I'm betting it'd make you all kinds of happy on the inside." She wasn't getting the satisfaction. No way. He didn't care how tempting it all was. Sam wasn't going to give in to what she wanted from him.
"I'm gonna keep training. Get everything on point. What I'm not gonna do? Is that. The subject is off the damn table and so am I." That was his final word, as far as he was concerned. Even if he was already thinking about the 'what if's' again. He could thank Ruby for that one.