Faith actually started coughing at the innuendo, her mind instantly going to places she really didn't want to. Like her and Sam alone in a room in a situation that merited that teasing tone.
Bad brain, bad brain.
She swallowed hard and focused back on the Scythe. As that's what they were talking about. And not everyone immediately associated weapons with sex the way she did. Slayer thing probably.
"Definitely a room," she managed to get out once the coughing had subsided. "It's a beautiful weapon. Almost like a work of art or something." Her eyes lit up as she went onto comfortable turf. "It stakes, it stabs, it slices," an almost dirty look entered her eyes. "It's got the most gorgeous curves to the blade and the grip just fits so well in your hand."