"It's right because what I'm doing with that demon is gonna make me able to take care of Faith the way no one else EVER could," Sam insisted. "You have no idea what we're doing. Like I said. So why don't you do us both a favor and keep your nose out of my business?" He didn't want to talk about this with her. She was calling him wrong, she was telling him that he was something scary - no, Sam didn't want this conversation to go on any longer than it had already.
"I'm planning on..." He released a heavy breath. "I'm gonna call Buffy. We'll take you to the Hyperion, they'll probably...contain you, in some way. Then you'll stay there until we can figure out how to switch you guys back." He looked toward her, forcing a neutral expression. "It's simple, really."