Sam would say something. He really would. However there currently was a thumb being pressed right on his throat that he couldn't get any air in or out, and panic was starting to settle on the edges of his mind. The man growled, leaning in closer and sniffing Sam.

"You smell different..." the savage grin grew. "You're going to make a nice little meal."

He couldn't focus on his powers with the lack of air, and instead he started to flail a bit, intending to slam his feet into the side of the wall to get Michael's attention while his hands dug at the man's hand to try and get it to shift just enough to let a breath in.