His chills worsened at the sight of her. Her first comment went by him ignored. The second, on the other hand, received a short nod from him, aiming at the vehicle behind her. His truck was parked out on the side of the road. There was a paper bag in the passenger seat containing the blood that she had requested. "It's in there. As promised." He kept his arms wrapped around himself, expression dark. Sam put on a glare. It was usually an intimidating factor against certain figures. Now though, he looked very vulnerable on the outside. The dark circles under his eyes, the paler tone his skin had taken on. To be short, Sam looked ill. And being threatened by someone who didn't seem all that well was probably more of an amusing thing for someone like her than worth fearing.
He wouldn't be this way if only he had his goddamn blood.
"I've held up on my end of the deal," Sam said gruffly, "now you've gotta do the same."