"Huh. Kinky. I didn't peg you for that sort, given you were always so vanilla. Remember when you asked me about how to go about your first time?" Sam had confined a lot of things in Harry, before and after he was a demon, and Harry still had full memory of every single interact. 100 years in hell did nothing to displace those memories. "Oh, the blushing virgin, afraid of hurting his girlfriend. It's funny how you were more concerned with hurting her than pleasing her. Says a lot about you, doesn't it?"

He picked up the cuffs and debated what was worth doing but one thing that continued with him through everything was that deep desire to survive. So he reluctantly put them on and closed them up, holding them up to Sam.

"Maybe you always knew that deep down, you're not so different from us." Lucifer's vessel. Demon blood. The boy king of hell. It was all very funny.