He was staring into the black again. Sam had managed to numb out the feeling of discomfort at the sight of Ruby showing out that side of her true self; she was no longer hidden behind the guise of the body of the girl with the soft eyes. It was hard not to stare, but to his credit, at least his gaze was neutral rather than that full on glare of disgust that she used to get from him. Sam had adjusted. Adapted. Allowed for this demon to become a constant part of his life. It was unsurprising that, eventually, he had managed to reach a point where he no longer flinched at the sight of those eyes. At least they weren't yellow. Or white. Then they'd have issues.
"Yeah." It was probably best if they took care of all this before someone else decided to pop in. "Do it." They'd get rid of the place. Burn it down. He had a little bit of gasoline in the back of his truck for salt and burn jobs, but they were gonna need more than that to - wait. They were in a bar. There was alcohol everywhere. Why was he thinking about gasoline when they already had exactly what they needed?
Sam moved out behind the bar. He took a swig out of an open bottle of whiskey behind the counter, then he began to rummage around for supplies, glancing up at Ruby every few seconds to observe her at work.