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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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"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..."

Alex blinks.

"You carried a horse down a flight of stairs?"

"Mmm. Ghost. And Mithros too. Through the Dancing Dove and into the cellar, to bring them here. Didn't I tell you?"

"I don't think so. Just that you'd brought them. Which, again, thank you." He laughs. "Mithros, I can just see their faces at the sight of a woman carrying a horse down the stairs. I almost wish I'd been there."

Faith giggles.

"Alanna's jaw was hanging open. It was wonderful. And you're welcome, again."

"You're a special one, Faith."

It's somehow clear that 'special' is a good thing, in this case.

Faith blushes, faintly.

"Eh. Slayer."