[She's not unaffected by his lowered tones, the enticing timbre of his voice. Eyes darkening, she watches the blade in his hand as it returns to its sheath. What he's saying doesn't exactly comfort her, but it does draw her in.]

Good, if you did deny it. I'd probably trust you even less. [Faith laughs as she takes the offered cup, it's not a bitter sound but there's certainly many bad experiences caught up in that laugh.] All men are beasts. It's all about figuring out what kind.