The look on Faith's face said it all really. It wasn't the fact that he said it, it was the fact that she didn't think he'd ever joke about something like that with her. So the confused half-surprised look that flashed over her features was enough to prove he'd won this round. And trying to look all innocent too, now wasn't that cute? As soon as the look had disappeared, a wicked mischievous grin appeared in it's place. "Come on, this is me we're talking about. Don't you go offerin if you ain't willing to go through with it. Why you gotta be all teasin me, baby? That's cruel."
Her shoulders rolled, "Angel's lived a long time. Guess he knows what he's doin by now. It's.. y'know good I guess, not to have to do all the work, it's just. It's a lot of chicks out there who shoulda never even.. they shoulda had some normal life. Who the fuck were we.. no fuck it, who the fuck were they to say all those girls should just give up their lives." Cause in a way, though B was a saint, she looked at them like cattle, though it was hard explaining it to anyone since everyone thought the sun shone out of her ass.
Faith blinked and put up a hand, "Woah woah, you're tellin me that some robot lookin like your dad showed up? For fuck's sake, what is it with fucking geeks and making fucking robots? You ever get to see the Buffy bot? Fuckin Christ that was some scary shit." But not as scary as a robot pretending to be their dad. "Well G ain't much for followin the rules either so who the fuck knows. And ain't nobody should be on some council. It all gets fucked up in the future anyway." Her eyes wandered over to the cabinet full of weapons. "We just got here and we've already got weapons? Either you're faster then me or this place is kind of fucking awesome."