Ceylan let out a delighted squeal as Faith so casually mentioned that the sex with Jake Howell was great, too. "Oh my god, I knew it. I'm obsessed with this - wait, does it count as scandalous sex if he's so nice? Does he leave the cowboy boots on? Wait, I know, does he yell 'yeehaw' when...," she snorted, utterly delighted at this news. Jake was a sweetheart, though. And ever since the dome had come down, he had been a rock. He'd been there for Cole, for the Salazar Pack. And, as it turned out, Faith. "Well, any man who can bring us back together, is a man worth drinking to. Cheers to Jake," she repeated, holding her own mug up.
"Faith the vampire slayer," she joked. Her question threw Ceylan, but only for a moment. It was okay for her to ask, it was something Ceylan had asked herself many times since her powers had become dormant. Since she'd let them go dormant. Plus, Faith was human, and before the dome came down, Ceylan hadn't told her about the supernatural. What a way to find out. "I do miss it," she answered, looking down at her hands. "I can still feel it, like an echo. I... I used it to fight this warlock - she was hurting Cole - and I wanted to...," she started, letting the words drift before lifting her chin. "I wanted to hurt her back. You can do a lot of damage, but there has to be a line. There has to be a balance. Push things too far, and you're not a witch anymore. I stopped, I did. And I tried to rein it back in, that power, but I just couldn't. It was like, ah, unscrewing a lid, and now you can't get it back on." Ceylan took looked down into her wine briefly, before looking back to her with a sigh. "A sexy nerd. Say no more."
A laugh came tumbling out at Faith's assessment before she refilled their mugs. "We can not keep it together, together, then."
