"Hey, you coulda tried harder. Showed up in pajamas." Faith's own brand of snark comes with a dash of derision but mostly consists of 3 cups self-deprecation. The light clink of the handcuffs is probably loud and clear to ears like Damon's, but even his human facade doesn't deter Faith from showing them off. If she knew better, she'd be snapping out of them to make some poor decisions and learn a thing or two about the more durable breed of bump-in-the-night standing before her.

As it is, it only takes Damon being both apparently human and male for Faith to drop into her usual bravado and standard flavor of charm-school dropout. Walking the line of disinterest and flirtation, she figures, is the best way to go for the moment.

"You mind?" She adds, nodding toward that hopefully buttery goodness.