"A private lesson," Dean said, nodding at her. "I could go for that." He liked the way Faith was so straight forward. It didn't sound like she was used to mincing her words or apologizing for herself.
His face grew a little more serious as she talked about her first kill. He could remember burning his first kill's body out in the woods with his dad and thinking about all the stuff other normal teenagers were doing. He got the impression that Faith might have felt something similar at fifteen.
He looked at her, realizing how close they were now, noticing the perfect shape of her lips. "Well, that depends," He said, moving his eyes back up to met her eyes. "On what your definition of fun is."