A faint singing came out from the dark, childish nursery rhymes in a breathy voice as Faith skipped along, dragging her nails along the wall. She'd stepped out from the Manor, sneaking out of a side door so Sam wouldn't know she'd actually been living there.
As she rounded the corner and saw him there, she paused and frowned. It had been a while since she'd felt the cold, what with technically being a corpse and all, but this was California. And it was June. She didn't remember that ever being cold.
"Awww, leannĂ¡n," she went back to the Irish phrasing out of habit as she tilted her head to one side, taking a long look at him. She really could see what her other self saw in him, even if there was something about him, something darker that would appeal more to her than her human side.
"If you're that cold, I can always give you a hug," she smirked. "Got my blood then?"