[ Sam is fairly certain that anyone looking on can see the instant sheen of sweat that springs up when Jayce mentions the blood in the wine specifically. Hackles up, he glances around as if he might spy someone spiking the punch so to speak, but when nothing obvious presents itself, he returns his attention to his drink and the man he's seated with, smiling thinly. ]

He didn't tell me he was giving out tattoos.

[ Although Sam's not the least bit surprised, having no trouble imagining Dean emphatically touting the virtues of anti-possession tattoos. He'll be on the lookout now to see some of his brother's work around. ]

What did it take to get you going in that position? Did you work for someone else to start?

[ From what he can tell, gaining capital is one of the larger conundrums to be faced. Sam's already considering odd jobs. ]