Godric can't help but notice that Faith's feet are bleeding, and it's with some amount of exasperation that, for the second time in as many minutes, Godric grabs Faith by the waist and lifts her off her feet. This time he deposits her on the couch and crouches in front of her.

"There is only a certain amount of self-destructive I can take before I tire of it, and that's saying something, coming from me." What he means by that, to those not in the know, is anyone's guess. But the uncompromising expression on Godric's face implies that Faith isn't getting off of this couch until Godric says so. Before she can protest, he speaks to Connor on the couch next to them.

"Connor, would you please get Faith something to drink? Something very alcoholic. And a damp wash cloth as well, if you don't mind." His tone and phrasing are polite, but there's an edge that suggests he'll start ordering people around if he has to.