With Faith? Emily felt all of the color drain out of her face. Had he asked her that on purpose? She wasn't sure. It wasn't like she was embarrassed about the nights she'd spent with Faith but it wasn't like either one of them made a habit of talking about them either. It just wasn't Faith's way and Emily tried hard to respect that about her friend.
Dean was all too tickled at the thought of what had been going on underneath his nose for well, years now. Emily just shot him a look and took her lumps. Tipping her head back she downed the whiskey and gave him another look as he just grinned at her like an idiot.
"You know, that isn't exactly what I had in mind when I told you I wanted to cheer you up." She complained mildly. "And that's none of your business." She stated haughtily, and she knew it was funny because Emily made everything her business. "Faith is going to kill me when she finds out you know about that."