"Because of course you were the proper kind of evil," Faith nodded solemnly. "You just needed a white cat on your lap to be the proper type of evil."
She laughed ruefully before drinking more beer. "And we both know how much I love fighting things. And I can tell you one thing, if I ever was possessed you know I'd be fighting like a bitch in here," she tapped the side of her head.
"That is true," she conceded. "Around here you need a weird sense of humor just to not go crazy."