Faith followed Claire, perching on the chair in the kitchen and grinning with a wry appreciation at the sight of the drink. "Good plan," she nodded before focusing back on the issue at hand.
"Well, she kinda said it to you herself, forbidden is her kink." There was a faint trace of disgust in her voice, just for a moment before she forced them back. "Still, the level of obsession she's got? I don't think it's just in a gotta catch 'em all way. Seems like more than that."
It felt odd for Faith to feel so weirded out by the idea of sex. This was her after all. Maybe she just hadn't been laid in too long.
"And besides, this isn't just a Winchester, it's Sam. Added kinky extras and all." Power. It was possible that that was her kink. Angelic smiting power and, what was it Sam had said once? Oh yeah, boy king.
"Oh god, how much easier would life be if we could just do that?" Faith half laughed. "Like the best evidence ever."