Faith tried to think about it a minute, one hand sliding under his shirt to feel the warmth of his skin. "Well, what if it's a sandwich to tempt out the spirit? I bet possessing is hungry work and maybe they'd get out if you offered them a really good pastrami sandwich." She tried to look serious for a moment before wrinkling her nose and laughing. "Ok, so I got nothing."
She reached up to kiss the corner of his jaw, deciding that given the crappy state of her Latin skills distracting was the only way to go.
"You," she declared. "Are far too tense. You should relax a little more." She reached up to brush her fingers over his forehead, tracing one lightly between his eyebrows and down his nose. "You'll get stress wrinkles and everything."