Faith turned to the man who spoke to her, she ran her eyes over him, accessing if he was worth her time to reply. A lopsided curve hit her deep red lips as she realised he really really was worth her time. Plus she was a Slayer and armed to the teeth, so if he got on her nerves he'd likely be pretty easy to get rid of, and there hadn't been anyone else in here, male or female that she had deemed worthy of slowing her drinking speed for.
That was the thing for Faith, her Slayer's metabolism meant that getting drunk was an expensive evening, so if she had someone to help with the bill great, if that someone looked like that, then so much the better. He didn't give off a cop vibe, and he hadn't reacted badly to her, so she decided to roll with it.
She took a final sip of her whiskey and replied. "Hey... get a girl a drink?"