The distraction helped. The mark was only a single moment of pain, too quick for him to focus on before it was over. Sam jumped and hissed between his teeth, clenched suddenly onto Lucifer's arm, but there was no crying out. When he swallowed again, there wasn't even feel a lingering burn.

The skin was angry and red when he glanced down, but even that seemed to be fading. "I guess. Yeah. ...Thanks."

Sam rested his head on Lucifer's shoulder, feeling his age. Tired. "...Never thought I'd get a tattoo."