Humans are so complicated. Well, that's not strictly true - often they're unbelievably simple, but the unpredictable emotions, the strange caprices? After a thousand years it becomes more and more difficult to understand them. Now it seems, in doing Faith a kindness (even a selfish kindness) he's somehow knocked her pride. Actually, maybe that's not humans. Maybe it's just women. Either way, Godric's re-entrance is a welcome one, even if the image of him sweeping seems bizarre. Back home they'd have lackeys for this kind of thing.

He might be undoing his theoretical good deed with the action, but he moves closer to Faith, taking her wounded hand before she has the chance to follow Godric's instructions (or not, as the case may be). He bows his head to lick the cuts, slowly - it's weird how the action could either be gross or erotic, depending how you look at it. "They'll heal faster," he says, simply, once he's done. And now, because let us not forget that he's a pervy jerk, he smiles, a little lewdly. "Yum."

See, Faith? Eric still thinks you're totally bite-worthy.