Pike. He didn't remember that name so well either. It came as vaguely as the face did, although that quickly changed when he thought back to Buffy, Faith, and his protective streak for his own brothers safety. He was, what, Faith's boyfriend? The guy who had explained to Sam that he was trying to help Faith change from the terrible person that Sam had been told she was. Sam hadn't taken too kindly to Pike at first (and he certainly wasn't planning on taking kindly to Faith at all), but he was feeling less wary of him than he had been once before. Why was that? The alcohol? Sam rubbed at his jaw and glanced over his shoulder quietly. He could have easily gone back to his space at the opposite side of the bar and resumed with his blood soaked thoughts, along with that extra side of sulking that he seemed to have worked to a perfection ever since he had discovered that Ruby had been rooting for Team Evil all along. Yet the idea of a distraction, one that came in the form of a person that he probably should have just left to his business, was far more appealing. He didn't have to think about the blood. He could just talk to this Pike guy, have his drinks, and pass out somewhere within the next couple hours. He could get blood later.
There he was again. Thinking about the blood. Growling in irritation - at himself, not Pike - Sam looked back over to Pike and said, "You were the one I talked to about Faith, right? Faith...the one who was 'sposed to be getting better or something?" It was a good opener. Plus, it was a good way to verify that this was indeed the man he had been speaking with before. "How's that coming along?" Maybe it wasn't his place to ask. But, again, he was looking for a quality distraction. Making sure that Faith chick wasn't going to snap and attack Buffy or his brother anytime soon was looking to be a very good start.