[Faith looks honestly shocked when he says he's just not that into sex, staring at him just as she'd been about to unscrew her bottle of bourbon. She thinks back on all their encounters so far and it all starts to fall into place. Both times before the last she'd been drugged and he'd bit her. And that last time... well, that hadn't exactly been all that pleasant for either of them.]

Okay. So no to the sex then. Then I'm struggling to understand what you want from me here? And why you even bothered coming to tell me this in person? You said it yourself, you're still you. You're still a dick. So it's not like you want some kinda redemption sponsor.

[She pours herself several fingers worth of bourbon into her glass and tosses back nearly half of it in one go.]

Thanks for the vote of confidence. [Her tone is thick with sarcasm but also tired. She's not slept much at all since Buffy woke up from her coma.] No, I don't think she'll hold a grudge forever. But she's never going to trust me again. Not like she did. Even if I have changed. Some things can't be fixed.