"Back when?" He quirked his broken eyebrow, amused as he took a drag SINCE APPARENTLY SHE'S NOT SMOKING so rude Faith. "Think I read way more when I was evil. Who knew this good stuff would be so time-consuming."

He felt awkwardly like he needed reading glasses even knowing he definitely didn't, but this text was so dense and incomprehensible he wondered how far Buffy's head must be up her beautiful yet pasty ass to think Faith Lehane was the candidate for deciphering it.

Not that Faith was stupid, far from it, but her strengths didn't lie in research and recon. She put the hurt on, and Spike had to admire her style, even from afar. Or his lame and worn basement mattress, as it were.