Sam knew how delicate the spot was, and what it would do to Eliot to be cut there, especially in the way that Sam was cutting, sawing away into him, viciously. The thing was, Sam was torturing Eliot in front of Lucifer, and if for a second he went soft - if for a second he hesitated - Lucifer would show him just what real torture was, and Eliot would suffer far worse.

But the Devil heard Eliot's suggestion, and stepped up behind Sam, laying his hand across his hip. Sam flinched, and the knife jerked and stilled in the wound, just for a moment. He was avoiding looking right at Eliot, but at the flinch he felt he had to check himself, and his eyes snapped up briefly, before lowering again, a flush of shame crawling across his cheeks.

"What do you say, Sam? I thought Eliot had seen everything I can do, but it seems to me that he wants another demonstration." The Devil's hand dropped lower, squeezing at his ass, and Sam tensed as his body responded automatically, the way it had been trained to. The knife went still, but only for a moment. Sam dropped his hand lower, placing the blade up against Lindsey's last rib. The blade angled, then pressed in sharply, scoring through into the bone.

Lucifer laughed. "Look how eager to please he is. He doesn't want to disappoint me. He knows what happens to him if I get disappointed."