He actually knows what he's talking about here, but Faith's young. She hasn't lived as long as he has. And he's in no rush to emphasize that fact.
Damn it, he likes the way she feels, pressed against him. Even if she's still holding back.
He leans forward to kiss her. To taste the whiskey on her lips. He isn't gentle about it. He figures that if she's a fan of vampire sexing, she's not one for being treated like a delicate flower. If it feels damned fine to do it, to kiss her, he isn't about to admit it.
"The feeling up as a purpose, smart ass. Where the hell is it? My knife."
[ Location: Central dorms ]
He actually knows what he's talking about here, but Faith's young. She hasn't lived as long as he has. And he's in no rush to emphasize that fact.
Damn it, he likes the way she feels, pressed against him. Even if she's still holding back.
He leans forward to kiss her. To taste the whiskey on her lips. He isn't gentle about it. He figures that if she's a fan of vampire sexing, she's not one for being treated like a delicate flower. If it feels damned fine to do it, to kiss her, he isn't about to admit it.
"The feeling up as a purpose, smart ass. Where the hell is it? My knife."