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Faith comes into the bar from upstairs, obviously just out of the shower - all the blood is gone, and her hair is still wet, clinging to her shoulders.

Her expression is completely unreadable as she moves to the bar and acquires two things - coffee, and a room key - before moving to a table.

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Faith snorts.

"Heavens forbid. Those things really ought to be illegal. I bought a dress because of those eyes."

"And he's entirely too willing to use them unfairly."

"And admits that freely, and makes no apology."

"Which is why he's my big goofy puppy-man vampire," Alex says cheerfully, kissing Faith's hair again.

Faith laughs.

"You're a brave man, to call him that, Alex. Mind, I've called him worse..."

"Usually it gets me carried upstairs by a Nick doing a caveman impression," he admits. "And I don't think he'd take it kindly from many others."

"I've called him goofy a few times. That's about as far as I'm willing to go, really."

Probably wise, that."

"As I'm unlikely to be carried off caveman-style, yes."

"Well, I wouldn't exactly be protesting if you were..."

Jawdrop.

Stare.

Facepalm.

Muffled: "too much information?"

Staaaaaaaaaaaare.

"...wha...no...just...why? I mean, OK, yes, I'm a babe and all, but...why?"

Still facepalming.

"Because yes, you're pretty, and you're interesting and I'm very fond of you."

"...oh."

Faith sits, silently, for a moment, then reaches up, takes both of Alex's hands in hers, and pulls them away from his face before leaning over and kissing the corner of his mouth.

"Mutual."

He smiles, a little shakily. "Sorry if it makes things weird."

"It doesn't. Really."

Faith chuckles, softly. "It's...very nice to know, actually."

"Mmm. It's true." He hugs her again. "Love you, dearheart."

"Love you too."

She hugs him back, smiling.

"I...wouldn't mind being dragged, by the way. Not a bit. Not now, not so soon, but...sometime."

He kisses her hair again.

"I'll keep it in mind."

"Good."

Silence, for a second, and then, wickedly, "Muscles like you wouldn't believe."

He snickers. "I'll make sure to mention that to Nick."

She wraps an arm around his waist, smirking.

"They don't make 'em like me most places."

He kisses the side of her neck.

"They certainly don't make women like you in Tortall. Except for perhaps Alanna."

Faith purrs.

Just a little.

"...I'm sure they don't. Considering her reaction when I carried your horse down a flight of stairs..."