It's more than a little screwed up, a Slayer being okay with two vampires in her space like this. Not so much the sex as just allowing them in, macking on one of them in the kitchen while the other sweeps up her freaking bedroom. But Faith has never been good at expectations, and Robin proved this is the closest she can ever get to normal.

So when Eric snarks at her she rolls her eyes and licks traces of red off her own lips, trying to shove back the images of Wilkins still lurking behind her eyes. "Nah, really? Always thought they gave Slayers gold stars for shacking up with vamps."