Inside. Okay, Sam could do that. He didn't really want to wait because that would mean prolonging the experiment and depriving himself of what lay underneath all that leather that much longer, but he could do that. Nodding, Sam fought off another stumble as Ruby took his hand and began to lead him into the building. There was no way that they were going to be able to master the staircase with him stumbling all over the place, but Sam leaned in that direction anyway. Which was actually kind of a stupid move, seeing as there was an elevator in the middle of the hall. "I don't wanna arrest you," Sam finally said, thinking back to the law breaking. "I mean...I mean - I don't want you to be arrested. I can arrest you, okay? I do it and it's the good kinda arresting. The police don't like demons so..." Sam looked at her and frowned. "They can't have you." Sam pulled his hand away from her and pointed directly at Ruby. "I will kick them good." Then he lost his balance again and fell into the wall. If there was any ass that he was going to be kicking tonight, it was his own.
"Ow," Sam laughed, pushing back up to his feet. "I shouldn't do that." His eyes found Ruby again. And the leather. That tight fitting leather that hugged Ruby's perfect body. Sam wanted to be in their apartment now. He wanted to strip her right out of those clothes - stupid machine be damned - and he wanted to do to her what he had been dreaming of ever since he'd moved off on his own for his demon blood recovery...whatever. Sam tried for his bottle again, taking down another sip. Ugh. Whiskey. Ugh. "This is the most disgusting thing I've ever tasted," Sam admitted. "I have...why do I drink it? It's so stupid. I'm so stupid." Sam laughed again, then offered Ruby the bottle. "For your birthday." Sam attempted to straighten up. He was (surprisingly) mostly successful. "Let's go, pretty."