He studied Sam's face, looking for any sign of a lie or mocking. It was a very good thing that he didn't find any. In his precarious mood, it would not have ended well if he had. "I lied to someone. She is very hurt. I need to fix that." He studied Sam again, looking for some sign, any sign that he would have the answers Judas sought. Then again, he hadn't initially seen any sign that Faith would have answers, and sure enough, she had. "You will tell me how." There was not a note of command to his tone, despite the wording implying a demand.
He needed to fix this, somehow. He knew there had to be a way, but he had no clue what it was. He knew it wasn't just hypnotic commands, because those were never real and he felt strangely disgusted at even the thought of using them on Faith. "I need to fix this," he added again, more to himself than to Sam.