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Connor comes into the bar from the lake door, sword tucked behind his arm. He wanders over to the bar and places the sword on it gently, asking her to hold it for him like every morning, and orders coffee as he takes a seat at the bar, peering around at whomever happens to be around.

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"Sure. Good to have low friends in high places."

He chuckles. "Something like that."

She moves closer, putting her hand on his thigh. "I haven't made you giggle yet. Have to work on that."

"Still stuck on that one are we?" One corner of his mouth quirks up.

"Well, I like the image." Faith shrugs. "Good to have goals, y'know."

"S'pose it is." He grins.

She grins back. "And I have...quite a few goals involving you, actually."

He looks up at her. "I should probably be scared by that, shouldn't I?"

"No, no. Not at all." She leans over close to his ear. "Most of them involve sex in some way...happy times for everybody concerned, I promise."

This, punctuated by a quick nip of the earlobe.

His eyebrows twitch. "Mmm. Maybe not so scared then." He turns his head and nips at her neck as it comes within reach. "And when did you plan to start on this series of goals?"

"I've already started," Faith says, her hand moving a little further up his leg. "Goal number one, see, is finding those places you mentioned once that I somehow haven't found yet, but I will, you can count on it. And goal number two...well. Making you beg, of course."

He grins. "Hmmm. Good luck."

Faith gives him a pat - not on the thigh. "Thank you. I won't need luck. It's all about skill, y'know."

He pulls her over so she's sitting on his leg, one hand in her hair, drawing her down for a kiss, but he whispers against her lips, "Yes, I know about skills." And he kisses her.

She kisses him back, putting her hands on his shoulders, and yeah, he knows about skills, he's got some pretty impressive ones.

She's a little foggy when she pulls back. "...yeah...see that you do..."

"Hey, I haven't always been in the antiques business."

"Really? Were you a gigilo?" Faith smirks. "'Cause Nick mentioned something..."

"Gigolo? No," he chuckles. "Nothing quite that illicit." And that eyebrow goes up again. "Dare I ask what Nick mentioned? Or even, how it came up?"

"Ah, we got into a discussion about the reasons why you, he, Alex and I will never all end up in a bed naked together." Faith shrugs. "I was under the impression that you were straight. Nick was kind enough to correct that error."

"He was, was he? He's too kind." And it doesn't really sound as snarky as one might think, not really angry or annoyed either.

"Mm, gave me nice mental images." Faith grins. "Why did you think I attacked you when I came in?"

There's a snort of laughter at that question. "Because you're you."

"Well. Yes." Faith bites his earlobe again. "There is that."

"Were you digging for information or just hoping for an embarassed reaction with the statement about past potential occupations?"

Faith puts on her most angelic expression. "Can't a girl make conversation with the love of her life without having ulterior motives?"