Sam shifted awkwardly, shrinking back a bit at the way she was looking at him. He wasn't used to that. Faith had never really looked at him like this before. Not even the vampire version that he had spent far too much time for his own comfort with and he found that to be very concerning. Sam knew that she was disappointed and angry and betrayed and God only knew what else. How had he intended on making this better again?

Sam actually flinched at her question. He shouldn't have been surprised by it; he had been sneaking around with Ruby all this time, after all, but he couldn't help but appear to be a little bit offended at the suggestion. Ruby was a demon. A lying, traitorous creature from Hell. The fuck if he'd ever screw around with her. Sam wanted to say all that, right then and there, but chose to be less aggressive about it. Faith didn't need a rant from him. She needed the plain truth.

"No," he answered, looking at her as honestly as he could under that gaze of hers. "I never did. Never wanted to. She wasn't you."