Ignoring the sting from the injuries he had gotten from the fight earlier, Sam shifted over to look at the vampire. Great, they had an audience. That made him uncomfortable, but the knowledge that she'd never really be able to tell anyone about what she was seeing was definitely something that he found to be slightly reassuring. Sam needed to take her out of his mind. To focus on Ruby and what she was offering him. It was, after all, just them here. No one else. That vampire wasn't anyone.
Sam looked down at her arm, watching the blood begin to flow. That sick feeling was back in his stomach. He was going to be stronger this time. Sam didn't want to go back home only to throw up his insides all over again.
This was all still new and odd for him. Maybe he'd never get used to it; maybe he'd go home and lose his dinner after every time he did this with her. It felt that way right now. And as bad as that feeling was, he momentarily worried that he wouldn't feel it in the future. What would happen if he got used to this?
Like before, Sam carefully took her arm into his hands. Cautiously, he leaned forward and began to draw blood out from the open wound. He instantly cringed at the unpleasant taste.