Sam had not meant to come here and raise concerns about their relationship. Not really. But if Ruby already had this worries deep down, Sam wanted her to be rid of them entirely. She was a demon, yeah. That normally meant absolutely terrible in his book, but Ruby was above that. She was better than that. He couldn't view her as a monster. What Sam saw was completely different and he wished that there was some kind of way that he could let Ruby see and feel exactly what he did when he thought of her. If only there was a way to put those worries to a rest for good. Because even though it looked like this conversation had gone well, Sam still worried that she was still going to house those fears. What if she always did? What if she spent the rest of their lives thinking that she wasn't good enough? Sam didn't want her to feel that way. Not when he felt that she was the best thing that had happened to him in a long time. Save for the drama and heartache, that was. He still loved her. He was in love. He had never believed he'd be able to feel this way again. Yet here he was. Head over heels, crazy for a demon. It was both terrible and wonderful all at once.
At her question, Sam nodded. "Yeah, I do." He reached out and took her smaller hand into his own. "But I need to drink first. I'm..." He shook his head. "Pretty drained. It'd be better if I had some before I do." His chest twisted painfully, demanding the blood on the spot. He didn't want to ask it of her so soon after having such a serious conversation, but it seemed like the wait had gone on long enough. If he didn't drink now, he'd go insane. "Let's sit down. You got your knife?" He didn't think that it was an important question. She had her knife. Always did, without fail. Sam didn't wait for her to answer. He started to pull her toward the couch, eager to get started so that he could feel the warm rush that overtook him every time he put his mouth to her wrist.