He'd taken her hand and led her toward her couch and Ruby wasn't sure how to react. On one hand it was the blood again, he'd gotten that look in his eyes. That desperate need. On the other, well he hadn't asked for it through all their conversation. He had to have been craving, but he didn't ask. And he could have. That and when he drank he'd be right there with her again, closer than anyone could get and she'd get that feeling again, that rush. It was addictive in its own way and a great deal of the reason she kept giving into him on this.
She of course had her knife, and as soon as they were seated she retrived it watching him carefully before handing it to him, this was his decision, on where, on how. It was all up to Sam.
"Go ahead" she said, almost enthused about what she was letting him do for the first time in a long while. Purely because she knew what came after. The way he made her feel when he used his ability to break past the shell and actually connect on as physical a level as he could with the demon that she was within. As much as she was scared for where they were going, more content, but still filled with a dozen different worries marked 'never be as good as Jessica Moore and so much besides that. This would help ease her worries. That's why she was letting him.
She tilted her body toward him on the couch and waited, her hand still linked with his, it was the most intimate they'd been since she'd told him.