His spirits rose a little when she approached him. She had no idea how wonderful it felt to be touched by anyone after being thrown into that room. All of a sudden, it was like he was a leper. He had a disease and no one wanted to catch it. Briefly, he closed his eyes to savor the feel of her lips against his skin and the fingers at his neck. She was being...she was treating him better than he deserved. With much difficulty, Sam forced himself to shrug away from her.
"Don't," he warned, "don't do that. Not after everything that I've done to you. Don't try and make me feel like...just don't, all right?"
He rose from his seat and shakily pushed over to the window. Blinking tiredly, Sam looked out at the scenery. He had developed a newfound appreciation for windows and the outdoors that followed after being locked in that room. "She was a demon. They're all the same. They all lie." He folded his arms over his chest and shook his head again. "So yeah. I should have known."