The dismissive attitude about Angelus made Faith's temper snap. She pushed forward, bringing herself right into his face.
"His name was Angelus," she hissed, barely noticing that in talking about him in the past tense she was giving Deacon exactly what he wanted. "And he was twice the vampire you could ever hope to be."
She breathed through her teeth, almost snarling with rage before she forced herself to move just slightly back, the smirk back on her face.
"And what do you think you know about my edge Deacon?" She shrugged scornfully. "You wouldn't want to be hear if I was really dark again."