"I'm Faith's boss, not her confidante," Cordelia replied flatly. "I'm just making a pretty obvious observation and getting filled with no small amount of the creeps with the way you pointedly did not tell me I was wrong." Because really, she and Faith hadn't had much of a chance to talk about him. Yet. She had every intention of changing that, though, just as soon as possible.
Refusing to bristle at the 'kid' comment, she gave him one of her patented 'just what in the hell do you think you're doing' looks when he started messing with her hair. If she wasn't worried she'd give herself a bald spot by flinching away, she definitely would have.
"The concept of personal space is a foreign one to you, isn't it?" she instead, barely resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of her nose. Focusing on what he was saying, she tried to piece together an entire history between Creed and Logan that she knew precisely crap about. Obviously, she didn't get far before she was already stuck.
Yet there was one thing she was getting loud and clear. "This is just some freaking life lesson?" she questioned, hardly able to believe it. This guy could give Angelus a run in the 'sick and twisted' department, to be sure. "And what do you mean, we keep getting in the way? I have absolutely nothing to do with any of this. In fact, I was perfectly content being his ex up until you decided to pit him against Selene and what do you mean, what he really is?"