"That'd just send them to the kitchen," he laughed, rolling his eyes. "That's totally not where they need to be headed after an exorcism goes down." Only one place for a demon as far as he was concerned. Certainly had nothing to do with delicious pastrami sandwiches either. He reached for the keyboard, to scroll the screen down a bit so that he could eye a few more of the sentences in there, but he didn't manage to get very far before he felt Faith's mouth against his jawline.
Studying, he reminded himself, you're supposed to be getting this down. How was he going to be able to do that with her squared right beside him, dragging his attention away as easily as one might do with a puppy and a chewtoy?
"Faaaaith," Sam started, his tone coming out as sort of a whine. "I'm not tense. I'm focused." Or he was. Stupid chewtoy.