He wanted to point out that he was pretty certain that God had nothing to do with this one, but Sam didn't want to be that guy. He'd leave all the lame lines to people like Dean. Sam could tell, just from looking her over, that she was having a hard time with what was going on. He knew she wanted to give in. He was, after all, pretty sure he was doing the right thing here. Touching her the right way, giving her the right amount of attention. Well, maybe not entirely right. There was still a part of him that wanted to give her more.
Already biting at another part of her neck, fully intending on making sure that there was a mark for himself to take pride in when all of this was over, Sam forced his hand away from her and grinned. He was going to be an ass about it. She'd probably make him pay for it later. But, right now, he didn't think that he cared too much about the fact. "Tell me you want it."