"Teasin' me, Sam? Don't see how that's being good." She licked her lips and pulled out the wallet she'd managed to acquire on her last patrol. Not all demons used kittens when they played poker, some could appreciate the benefits of cold hard cash- Faith just appreciated the occasional payday.

She pulled a bill from one of the leather folds, a twenty, and set it down. "Alright, boyscout. Round two."