[It doesn't even really occur to Sam--who is towering over his dance partner, naturally--that he's slow dancing. With a demon. With Ruby. Because in his mind, this is Work, and nothing else really matters.]
Maybe. [Or he might've caught wind that there were hunters around. He narrows his gaze slightly, still on the alert.]
no subject
Maybe. [Or he might've caught wind that there were hunters around. He narrows his gaze slightly, still on the alert.]
I'm sure this is the place, though...