"It does mean something," Sam agreed, "I mean, it shows that you care, sure enough, but it doesn't mean that you're entirely right about all of this, now does it? Come on, Ruby." He looked down at the flask. Despite all of his ranting about his distaste for what was happening between the two of them, he had failed to withdraw the item from her arm. It was still filling up. Slowly. It was kind of a tease, how he had to watch all that precious blood slowly trickle it's way into the metal flask. He wanted to lean forward and lick it up before it had a chance to get inside. It looked exactly how it tasted. Delicious.
He used to be disgusted by it. Now he craved it. Sam had almost forgotten what it felt like to gag after drinking it. How stupid he had been then. Wasting his time when all that blood had been spilling.
There. There it was. His problem. He couldn't stop himself.
"The headaches were different," he protested, forcing, with difficulty, his eyes away from the wound, "they were normal. People get headaches all the time. People don't...look at me! I'm like a...a...freak. I'm drinking your blood and...and it's good, it tastes good and I want..." He looked up at her, eyes wide and uncertain. "It makes me crazy, like I said."