He definitely wasn't just a vampire. He was a two-thousand-year-old vampire who had been around since the crucifixion and had seen pretty much anything ever. He'd seen every era to exist past when Jesus walked. She couldn't understand why anyone would think that way.
She watched Faith for a second and met her eyes when they turned back to look at her. That was a look of betrayal. And to say that she wasn't curious would be a bold-faced lie. Pushing off the tree and sitting down for a second, she looked at her companion again and gave off a sad smile. "It shouldn't, but it seems to. Can I ask why?" she asked. It was sort of pointless to ask if she could, since she had, but she was really, dangerously curious.