Faith didn't want to tell her but to be honest, she didn't give a shit that Buffy was a cop now. She was still Buffy and if she arrested Faith? Well, then. So be it. She was still a criminal though and the fact that Buffy had come back as a cop was just another one of the many things dividing the two of them.
"The reason why I haven't invited you to my house is cause I run a brothel. It's what my ID card was when I got here and I just stuck it through. Last week one of my customers beat up Crystal so I kicked his ass. Y'know, taught him a lesson or whatever. Don't mess with me or mine. He sent some thugs out to send me a message, Em must've just been comin' home. So they took it out on her."
She waited a minute as Buffy looked at her. The reality of the situation was that Emily needed to find somewhere else to live, and Faith needed to be more present around the house and at work.
"So that's why you couldn't come over. Cause I live in a whorehouse. A real one." She added in thoughtfully before she took a step closer to Buffy and held out her hands. "So am I under arrest, Officer?" She asked her, her voice bordering between ironic and sarcastic.
Faith didn't know a lot about being a cop but she did know that Buffy could get in trouble at work just for knowing about her operation unless she did something about it. Somehow, Faith couldn't really seem to give a shit about the NYPD at the moment.