Faith is all set to roll her eyes and take another sip before actually doing what Godric says-- anyone who thinks she's awful at taking orders just never gave them the right way-- when Eric grabs her hand and licks the cuts, slowly. She doesn't shut her eyes even as a shudder rolls through her body.

Every Slayer's got a death wish, sure. But Faith's is closer to the surface than most, and something that should set off all her alarms just makes her breathe faster, wait until Eric pulls back to shove closer, push him back towards the counter.

"Perv." But pot and kettle, because her eyes stay glued to his redder than usual mouth until they're kissing.