What? She can say nice things about Faith. Granted, the two of them haven't spoken in forever, but Cordelia certainly can't - and won't - forget about the things the Slayer did for them, during Angelus's reign in LA.

She grins and follows him onto the bed, using his chest as a pillow and placing her arm over his waist, effectively hugging him to her.

"Hmm," Cordelia says, sighing contentedly. "This is nice." And for once, her wounds aren't throbbing in retaliation, and she can focus on something else other than the ugly, ugly pictures in her head.