Faith got comfortable, or as comfortable as she could at the present moment. "It makes me wish I was evil," she said, not glancing at Spike. She said it in jest — going evil wasn't an option, not after all the soul-searching and work she'd done — but she hadn't realised that Buffy's idea of being good was as intense as this. Research, training, and probably writing essays in between, this place was no fun at all. It'd make any person crazy — and maybe that's what Spike was. There's no way in hell Buffy's Summer School for Slayers wouldn't drive Angel into Angelus.

"You didn't have to read shit back then," she said, sighing, shifting on the bed until she found herself comfortable leaning against the wall. She pushed herself forward and grabbed a pillow, shoving it hard against the wall before leaning back against it. "You just did it, you know? B's wasting her time. Those kids need to be out there doing, not reading."