"Don't I?" The vampire countered, dark eyes gleaming defiantly. "I know I had 21 years identical to hers. And I know you smell of another woman more than her, that you're not right, you're just..." she trailed off as her gaze traveled over him. "You're wrong. And given that the other woman you stink of is a rotten eggs scent, like sulpher, like hell, she's a demon. How can that ever be right? And you know, coming from a vampire, that's saying something."
Faith relaxed, just slightly, believing, if nothing else, he didn't want to risk losing the chance to get her back.
"So what are you planning on doing to me, Mr Not Normal Childhood?"