Faith stretched out on her bed, and yawned, while looking around the room.
Angel's twin bed was situated on the other side of the room, with the vampire lying against some pillows, thumbing his way through an old book on Egyptian demons and myths.
"From what I can tell, the demon we encountered tonight was a Braykyl demon," Angel reported, eyes still scanning the page.
Faith gingerly felt the cut on her arm.
"Yeah? Well, it was a nasty bitch, anyway. What does it do?"
"You should probably bandage that. You don't want infection."
"Yes dad, now what does it do?" Faith said, rolling her eyes as she slid off the bed. She went into their ensuite and grabbed some antiseptic cream, slathering a small amount onto the wound and wincing slightly. She then found the bandages under the sink and wrapped her arm carefully, before heading back out and lounging on her bed again.
"Nothing extraordinary," Angel answered.
"Well, nothing we didn't experience. It's talent seems to be the razor back thing it did. Do you remember when it - "
Faith raised an eyebrow and pointed to her arm.
"Yes Angel, I remember when it did that."
"Did you want to head back out?"
She pondered for a moment then shook her head.
"Nah, my arm aches a bit, and I don't trust myself fighting with it again, tonight. Is there anything to do around here besides hunt and look in pyramids?"
"Not really. Had your fill of Egyptian culture?" Angel asked, closing the book and placing it on the bedside table.
"A little. But I kinda like being out of the States," the Slayer replied, sitting up.
"We could go somewhere else," he suggested.
"Can we go to Rome? I always loved the stories of the gladiators."
Angel smiled and nodded and within a few hours, they'd packed, checked out of the hotel, gotten onto the Jet and were on their way.