It was nice that Ruby was helping him with his shoes. For some reason, they were tied really tight and he couldn't just pull them off his feet on his own. Or, okay, to him they were tied really tight. They were actually done up pretty average, considering. "You're a saint," Sam said slowly as she tugged them off his feet. "A saint of a demon. That's...ha." He looked up and grinned. "Kinda funny. I have a demonic saint in the room. Or a saintly demon." He chuckled, shaking his head enthusiastically. Whoa. Again with the head shaking. Not good for the dizzy factor. Sam put a hand to the side of his head, only bothering to lean back against the mattress after Ruby had crawled onto it herself. He was laying in bed with Ruby! Even drunk, Sam couldn't help but get excited. This was a big accomplishment for him. He was addicted to her blood, he wasn't supposed to be around her. But here they were. Completely unsupervised, together in bed, and perfectly fine. He didn't know if it'd go so well if he were sober (which didn't really matter to him right now anyway, since he didn't particularly care), but for now...
Sam shifted, head finding his pillow. He'd missed his pillow. And his Ruby. Sam reached out and placed a hand on her cheek, looking across at Ruby from where he lay. He smiled at her lazily when she moved in close. Touching. They were doing that, too. Fuck the addiction, they were fine. Sam leaned into the feel of her body curled against his, contentedly savoring the sudden shock of warm that her body brought to his own. Sam's thumb dragged across her cheek slowly, another lazy smile quick to follow. "I love you," he breathed, the smell of alcohol still heavy on his breath. "Wasn't 'sposed to tell you 'bout Dad, but I love you. It's why I did. 'Cause you make me feel..." Sam leaned in closer, forehead lightly bumping against her own. "You make me feel good. Not just with the sex either. But the sex is good. I like that." Sam was a lot more chatty when he was drunk than sober. All these weird thoughts and feelings came out. Most of it silly and random, but some true. The kind of things that he kept deep down, rarely ever openly expressing. That's where he was right now. Still drunk, but a little more calm than before. He was tired. Sam didn't want to sleep though. He just wanted to lay here with Ruby because she really did make him feel good.