He nearly drove the truck straight into the wrong lane when she mentioned the blood. Swerving, Sam looked over at her with an expression of sheer disbelief on his face. What? How? How had she smelled the blood when he hadn't had any in days? Sam's mouth fell open immediately, but he was quick to clamp it shut and look away as soon as he realized that his reaction was far from something that he could use to his advantage. Swallowing hard, Sam took a long moment to focus on making sure that he didn't KILL THEM - or himself, really - by crashing.
"That's..." He attempted composure. "Don't be ridiculous. I don't drink blood."