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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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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?"

He grins up at her. "A girl can, yes. You, however, are not just 'a' girl."

Faith grins back. "That's right. I'm 'the' girl, or at least I'd better be." She snaps at him, playfully. "You've made me all possessive."

"S'pose I should get rid of the one I've got on the side, then, huh?" he teases.

Faith smiles, very sweetly. "Only if you don't want me to tear out her spine and floss with it."

"Could always ask her to join us."

He is so bad.

"...is she pretty?" Faith looks contemplative. "'Cause, you know, if she's not dogly..."

"Eh, she's all right, I guess." And, because he's really bad, "She actually, is a lot like Nick."

Faith stares. Then snickers. "A female version of Nick? Your taste in girls is highly questionable, Connor MacLeod."

He smirks. He shakes his head.

That is all.

"No, see, this is the part where you're supposed to say that clearly you have excellent taste in girls, as you picked me," Faith instructs, smirking. "And then I get gooshy and say that you're really very sweet, and one thing leads to another, and we go upstairs and wear each other out again."

"Damn. And I was doing so well too."

"It's not too late."

"Not too late to invite Nick along? Okay, but we may get Alex too." Smirk mcsmirky smirk.

"...OK, now it's too late."

Faith slips off his lap, but she's having to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing, and she doesn't go far.