Sam's heart was racing, and he was only slightly relieved, if not confused. Well at least the mark was gone. He wasn't sure it was intentional, but he didn't trust Isael. Nor did he know that he went by another name now. Sam frowned and stepped back, letting Milo come over. But one of Ryan's parents wasn't an angel or human, so it kind of made sense. "He probably didn't want your parent to kill him for talking to you," he said softly. Demons were disgustingly possessive of what belonged to them, be it by blood or just ownership. Sam went back to making the sandwiches, making a third in case Ryan was hungry. The near-kiss was forgotten, a frown on his face.<br/><br/>"It was Isael, wasn't it?" he whispered. "I felt his aura around you. Tainted, but familiar." His hands were shaking, but fortunately he'd already cut everything and it was all a matter of plating everything. Though he really wasn't hungry anymore. In fact he felt like he might throw up. "It's gone now but...Are you sure he wasn't trying to get intel about my whereabouts?" With the sandwiches plated, he went to put them on the table, trying to distract himself from the fact that Isael had talked to his friend. It made him terribly uneasy.