The demon smirked. The girl had spirit, that was for sure. And a mouth on her, as well. Speaking of, the Slayer started speaking in Latin, causing the possessed Faith to flinch, eyes narrowing. "Oh this won't do at all." She first threw a sharp left hook at her mouth, then while she was recovering, she stepped over to a nearby table. She set down the knife for the moment and picked up a roll of duct tape. Moving back over, she tore off a piece, then stuck it across Buffy's mouth.
"Nice try, but I'm not going anywhere, Slayer." She smirked again and threw a second punch, this time at her stomach. "Neither are you."