She liked to make people feel uncomfortable, didn't she? That was what they were doing now, just by sitting around, pretending to go about their merry business while they were actually just plotting against the monsters settled in behind them. It made Sam feel weird sometimes. He liked it; what they did, the way it made him feel sometimes, it was important in some way that he couldn't quite figure just yet. Still, the distinct feeling that he was taking up the role of a predator and that all of these creatures sitting in the bar with them, the things that were supposed to be so scary, were turning into his prey? It was supposed to be...wrong, wasn't it?
"Back corner. Demon in the leather jacket." Sam picked at the label wrapped around his drink. He didn't even look back to point the demon out. The way he was sitting, looking all arrogant at the lesser demons around him, that had been what had set Sam off into targeting him in the first place. He'd talk big when Sam approached him. He'd probably put up a good fight. That was his target. The asshole demon in the jacket. Probably had people to back him too. Also another reason why he picked him.
"How does he feel about it?" Sam looked over at her, expression blank. "He okay with that? Does it bother him? Do you worry that it bothers him?"