Sam stepped forward slowly, lifting his left hand up to brush his hair back out of his eyes, then rubbing consciously at his throat. He would probably bruise, given the vicious killer strength that Eliot had applied with such ease.

"You can't stop me. You don't even know what you'd do with yourself if you could. The door's locked. But it can unlock to you. It will. Maybe it won't be today, or even next week, but you'll earn your freedom, Eliot."

He reached out, laying his hand gently against Eliot's cheek, and bending in to brush his mouth against the other man's. It wasn't a kiss, just a gesture, and a moment later Sam released his power completely, so that Eliot could either slump or come right at him. He had the opening to attack again, so he probably would, but this time Sam was going to fight him.