He didn't mean to do it. Of course, that was what Sam had claimed after he'd gotten it on with Ruby the first time. And the second time. And the third...and now, he didn't mean to react so easily to having a demon curled close to him. Sam didn't mean to put his arm around her, nor did he mean to ease in closer, shifting to make both of them a bit more comfortable.
He didn't mean to do any of it. But he did it anyway.
The arm that was not wrapped around her slid over to her neck, allowing his fingers to trace the part of her skin that he had marked earlier. A flicker of satisfaction pitched through him immediately.
"I know I can. You've made that much terribly obvious, Ruby." Seducing him. Messing with his head. All the time. "But this isn't about normality. It's about...I mean, beyond the necrophilia? Isn't that alone bad enough?" His argument said yes. Yes, it was. The physical stance of his body defied his verbal statements. He was relaxed against her. Calm. At ease.