Faith was standing there, the garden, looked like a garden, it was strange, but yet pretty at the same time. When she heard someone push the door open, she spun around to check out the person who was coming in. "Damn," she said out loud, cause she had no tact. He would do nicely, the muscles on him, the power he figured he would have, cause to be built like that and be a wimp would be awful in her eyes.
"Yo," she nodded her head at him, "Sir," she waved her head "whatever title you have Percy?"