The beer helped wash away the taste. Sam clutched the bottle tightly between both hands, his mind focusing on the way that her blood was taking him on. It took a minute or two to really adjust to the shift in the way he felt. This drink, the one that he'd just had, it was different than all of the others already. Not because he intended on jumping up a few paces by drinking more, but because his fill this time was sooner than usual. He didn't think he was entirely drained from the last run that they'd had and, even though he had taken his usual dose, Sam didn't believe that he truly had needed it. That alone was enough to worry him. The fact that they were aiming for more, even after this, only made matters that much worse. Or...possibly better, depending at how one looked at the situation. He didn't exactly feel horrible. In fact, if anything could be said about it, Sam felt a lot better now than he had coming in a little while earlier. Less tired. Stronger. That was how it worked.
"I'm trying," he told her, looking down at the bottle. "It's not easy." At least he was being honest with her. Sam could have just sat there and lied. Said he was perfectly fine with all of what they were doing. He was still trying well enough. Hopefully that would make a difference through all of what they were doing here tonight.
"Can I do anything else?" Sam decided, looking toward her. He paused momentarily, brows rising slightly at the sight of her bare arm. No wound. Interesting. Sam stared at it for a long moment before he forced himself to look up at her. "I mean...this is supposed to make me stronger, right?" He stood upright, setting the beer on the table next to him. They were back to business again. Funny how that happened. "Is there more?"