Really, if she was expecting any form of potential cooperation from him? Eve was going to have to learn a few things. "Call me Sammy again." Sam forced his eyes back onto the bitch, the look on his face clearly suggesting that he was officially out for blood. "And I will rip your throat out." An empty threat. He couldn't do anything. That hardly changed the fact that Sam was furious. First the kidnapping, then the blood taunting, now the stupid nickname. If he had it his way, she'd be writhing on the ground in absolute agony from the amount of pain he'd put her through. Stupid. Smug. Bitch.
And the threats. They were grating on his nerves too. Head falling back again, Sam cast Jacen a wary look. The blood was bad. It was horrible. Yet seeing Jacen take on harm was not going to be a pleasant experience. Jacen didn't deserve it. He was a good man, despite how often Sam chose to keep that information to himself.
He didn't want to see him hurt. But Sam didn't want to drink the demon blood either. Logically. That need on the inside, on the other hand, was begging for it.
"I'm not stupid," Sam decided, "I agree and you're gonna screw around with him anyway. If you were really looking to blackmail me into drinking again, you would have grabbed someone less...well, him." He had to be smart about this. "You said you wanted to play with him, didn't you? Therefore, no matter what I say or do, it doesn't change anything. I'm not drinking it."