That stern little shift in Athos' expression turns Faith's own sharp as she makes her way to the bed lifting her arms in a lazy surrender to peel her shirt off. She reaches down to begin removing her pants, revealing unmatched black and nude underclothing.
"You sure you want to do this?" While her relationship with another man out of time is strictly platonic, Faith has picked up on the subtle differences in cultures when it comes to dating and hookups. Angel, she imagines, has never had a one-night stand. Maybe Athos is having second thoughts.
She's not unfamiliar with the concept of too drunk to say OK, and the air in the room is becoming tinged with something she's not sure she understands. He's from a different time, that's been clear from the start. Now she's wondering if she's stomping all over how he does things. The personal edge to his demeanor is lost on her, but she's observant enough (even drunk) to know when something's not quite right -- though it hasn't stopped her from undressing.
"Just say the word. I got no feelings to hurt, here." She smiles, as encouraging as someone who kills for a living can manage.
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"You sure you want to do this?" While her relationship with another man out of time is strictly platonic, Faith has picked up on the subtle differences in cultures when it comes to dating and hookups. Angel, she imagines, has never had a one-night stand. Maybe Athos is having second thoughts.
She's not unfamiliar with the concept of too drunk to say OK, and the air in the room is becoming tinged with something she's not sure she understands. He's from a different time, that's been clear from the start. Now she's wondering if she's stomping all over how he does things. The personal edge to his demeanor is lost on her, but she's observant enough (even drunk) to know when something's not quite right -- though it hasn't stopped her from undressing.
"Just say the word. I got no feelings to hurt, here." She smiles, as encouraging as someone who kills for a living can manage.