When the door opened and he saw her there in that red dress (girls like her shouldn't be allowed to wear red dresses like that, because damn was it making Sam even crazier than he'd been before), Sam's lips pulled up into a grin. He stepped inside and turned to look at her, swallowing thickly and clearing his throat as he looked her over, he tried to even out his voice so that he didn't sound like a teenager hitting puberty. Because, hell, that was how he felt right then.
"Emmanuelle, vous avez l'air incroyable," you look amazing, he told her, hands practically itching as he fought with the urge to reach out and pull her into him and kiss her with everything he had. "Tres incroyable," Very amazing, he added, using the little bit of French he'd self-taught. He was learning, first little phrases that he could say to her to let her know how he was feeling and little compliments to drop to her. Next on his list were things so that they could talk at work, or anywhere else on the grounds, privately. Definitely better than having everyone know exactly what they were saying when they said it. Maybe it was sappy, but Sam Winchester was nothing if not a sap. And he genuinely cared about Emmanuelle. A lot. So he hoped that would be a show of how much.
Normally, going off of past experience, this would be the point where he grabbed the girl and kissed her. And even with his head going a million miles an hour in the direction of 'just do it,' he told himself that it wasn't a good idea. She was different than Ruby or Madison. First off, she wasn't a demon or a werewolf. Second of all, the amount that he cared about her already was both astounding and scary to him. So, what to do next...it was entirely up to her.