"Mmmhmmm, that's where it gets tricky sometimes," Lindsey replied as he crossed his arms over his chest, looking over at Faith as she moved. He whistled low as she showed him the scratch marks. It looked like he'd be getting another report of a fight sometime soon.
"Guess rumors aren't so much rumors then." He reached out to slowly ease a piece of the fabric of her shirt away from one of the marks. "Doesn't look too deep. Slayer healing, it'll be gone in no time." It confirmed his suspicions all right, Faith was his demon bar mass killer.
"Most good demons are the dead kind," he snorted as he pulled back his hand. "Though it kind of makes me wonder what's going on in that head of yours. Playing in demon bars all alone. Developing more of a death wish, Faith?"