"My first conclusion wouldn't be based on you cheating," Sam pointed out, "it'd be more along the lines of why in the Hell would you agree to let someone drink off you in the first place? Allies or not, that's just..." He found it to be different. Ruby wasn't human. Faith was. Muttering something incoherent under his breath, Sam flopped back in his seat and looked up at the ceiling. He was trying to figure out how to react to all of this as positively as he could. He understood what she was saying, he did. But, deep down, Sam didn't feel that he had cheated on her. His motivations were pure, his heart was in the right place. How could someone have an affair when all they were doing was trying to make things right for the people they loved? He knew that it looked bad. Well, okay, it was bad, but it wasn't what it seemed. "The whole process of me biting her on the arm was...I'll admit that it wasn't thought out. Though to be fair, toward the end we did start pouring it into a flask that I carried around?" He winced a little. No, that wouldn't help. "Me drinking off of Ruby wasn't sexual, Faith. It certainly didn't get me off and I know that Ruby - I'm pretty sure that..." He frowned. That didn't turn her on, did it? Him on her arm like that? Sam immediately cringed at the thought. "I'm not into her! It doesn't matter what Ruby got out of it, it wasn't an affair, Faith. It can't be."
Sam was purposefully ignoring the fact that his argument wasn't looking terribly solid. Nor was the massive feeling of guilt that he had weighing on his shoulders. One more thing to add to the constantly growing pile. It almost seemed visible, how his shoulders began to droop. Was it an affair? Was it more than him just lying and doing something awful and inhumane?
"No," Sam said strongly, expression going from that momentary phase of uncertainty to something stronger and firmer. "Absolutely not. I'm not ever going to see her in person. What would I meet her for? The second I see her, all I'm gonna want to do is slice her arm open. There's now way I'm going anywhere near her and you know it. You know it." After all he had gone through with Eve and Wolfram & Hart, what made Faith think that he was going to sneak off and try all of that crap again? Wasn't his resistance enough of a sign that he was trying to fight the blood as best as he could?
Sam stared at Faith for a long moment, dozens of emotions pounding through him all the while. Anger, guilt, concern. He didn't know which one to focus on, they were all hitting him so fast and hard he could barely begin to process them as it were. Elbows resting along the edges of the table, Sam covered his face in his hands as he tried to get a grip on himself. He wasn't a cheater. Not like those guys, sneaking around and making fun of the women that they loved because they had no idea what was really going on. Cocky and confident. Disgusting. He didn't move until he was able to get a grip. Fingers smoothing through his hair, Sam pushed his seat back and dragged it over to Faith's side of the table so that he was able to sit next to her. He knew she was feeling just as - if not more - conflicted than he was right now, but Sam didn't want to walk out of here angry. They had to reach some sort of resolution.
Cautiously, he reached for her hand. "You don't think you're the one I'm always thinking about? I want you to look at me. Right now. Ruby may have the advantage over me with that blood, but she doesn't have my heart. You know that, don't you?"