She grinned when the blond woke up, straightening a bit and still holding the knife nearby. "I could tell you that Faith isn't too happy with this, but to be honest? She's enjoying this nearly as much as I am." The grin shifted to a smirk as her eyes shifted to black ink. Half-truths were an old game to demons. The reality was that Faith was barely fighting anymore, cowering in the back corner of her mind.
"My name is Jewel. You wouldn't know me, but I know you pretty well, thanks to our girl." She slid one hand down the thigh of the body she inhabited. "You'd be surprised by some of the thoughts she's had about you." She stepped forward again, reaching out to unzip the blond's jacket. "Some of them even give me ideas. And by the way? Your little friends back at the motel aren't going to find you anytime soon. But feel free to scream all you like."