“Because you had nothing better to do? I actually don’t have a good answer. Why are you here?”

“…Bu-ffy. If I’m asking you why, then
why the hell are you asking me why?”
[ She grinds out the words s l o w l y,
as if talking to a child, and they’re
accompanied by her patented
exasperated glare. ]
"I was just thinkin’ grossest thing today but maybe my standards are different…“ His shoes squelched as he stepped in...
“Oh?” Faith chuckled. “You killin’ people in pretty dresses on your off time?" Faith reached for Cordelia’s hand, moving...