Vampires could hit hard. They had levels of physical strength within them that Sam couldn't even begin to compete with while using his own physical ability. He had been trained, growing up, to cope with the fact that there were things out there that were bigger, badder, and stronger than he was himself. He was told to evade attacks, to search for the right opening before striking himself. He was not, however, ever instructed to take the hits on without even attempting to duck aside. That was exactly what Sam did, then and there. He wanted to see what she could do. It was a growing thing tonight, his curiosity about others and the way that they could hold their own. He had already watched Ruby and that other demon duke it out. Now it was her turn. What would she do? What was she made of?
A sharp right hook to the side of his face sent Sam back to the wall, head jerking to the side along with the painful rush that had followed the blow. The vampire was quick to seize him by the throat, fingers closing around his windpipe so fast that he actually thought she fully intended on crushing it through entirely. That, of course, was his cue to actually retaliate. Physically, he was useless. Mentally...
She was back on the floor again. The vampire looked bewildered at the fact, with Sam struggling in for a bit of breath as he swept away from the wall he'd been pinned to.
"It makes sense," he panted, watching as she climbed to her feet again. "You couldn't take the idea of losing, back at that table. So you took the easy way out. Now you can't take the idea of being put down by a human, so you take the easy way out by trying to throttle me to death before I even get a good move in." She was back on her feet again, sneering at him fully. "You look all tough on the outside. You're putting up one hell of a front." Her glare intensified at his words and Sam actually found it in him to smirk a little. "But I can see right through you. You might as well drop the act, because we all know that you're afraid of losing. Losing bets, losing whatever it is that you've got in that pretty basket of yours, losing yourself."
She charged at him again, but this time Sam didn't give her a chance to strike. Ducking to the side, he pushed her to the wall with his mind. She was stuck on it this time, back to him while her wrists were raised along either side of her face. You're not going anywhere, he decided, stepping up behind her. He leaned forward, one hand twisting up to shove her face into the wall.
"Get off me," she snarled, voice muffled.
Sam shook his head. "No. That's not how this works. Just because you get angry and upset doesn't mean that you're gonna get to walk away from here. Sorry, sweetheart, but you're gonna lose this one. Badly."
She growled at him. Sam shrugged away from her, dropping the invisible hold that had held her in place. Arms out, he gestured toward himself. "Unless you actually stick with it. Stay in the game. Put up a good fight. Then, maybe if you're good enough, you'll be able to walk outta here alive." He spread his arms out in a welcoming gesture.