"Uh, Ruby that's -" Sam closed his eyes and made a distasteful face when she began to smear the paste on him. He'd asked for a cure to the headaches, not a mask for his next party. For a second he really did wish he had taken the blood route, but when Ruby finished and began to distract him by massaging his shoulders, Sam found himself struggling to say anything that was terribly insulting. Fine, he'd deal with the green gunk all over his face. So long as...
Huh. It was making his head tingle.
"Thanks," he said, drawing in a breath at the feel of her fingers working at his muscles. "I know I can," Sam told her, "but I don't..." He looked down and frowned. "I don't know if I should. The blood shouldn't be used too much, I don't think. It's...I feel like...I might..." He might like it too much. And that was concerning. "I'd rather only have the blood when I absolutely need it, all right? I can deal with this."
Sam turned his head slightly so he could get a better look at her. "Does it hurt the host?" He had to ask. "The torturing, I mean."