"...you can get us out of here" said the demon shaking slightly under the grip of the men above her, they shouldn't have been able to hold her down, but on closer inspection she didn't think they were men at all. They were something else, they smelled wrong. "If you need to take a little then...then do, then we get out of here and you never hear from me again?"
The demon was scared. Out of its element. And willing to deal with the so called Boy King if it meant escape.
Eve stepped closer again, Sam's reactions were nothing short of entertaining. Thrilling even. This was her chance, this was the grab at power she needed to get back into the good graces of her superiors. Sam had been busily being furious at her, and then it had changed. It had all changed on sight of the blood.
And the demon was just adoreable.
"Don't you want to make friends Sam? You could probably even do some damage with her blood flowing through you, and you want it don't you sweetie. You want it and its right there in front of you."
She was ready to just push his face into the open wound. But not yet. She wanted him to break, wanted him to crack all on his own so she could rub it in the face of the Slayer and the Jedi that he had. But he hadn't yet. And that annoyed her.