"Miss Lehane," Quentin's voice was calm. "Veyr nice to hear from you again."
"Mr Travers," Faith returned.
"Wesley has been updating us on your training regimen. Perhaps you'll favor us with a demonstration when we're next there."
"Sure," Faith said in a tone lined with sarcasm.
"We'll need to conduct an exhaustive examination of your procedures and abilities. We'll observe your training, talk to your friends..." he continued.
"My friends?" Faith asked.
"Yes, we understand you're still taking civilians out on patrols," Quentin replied.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me."
"Faith... I can sense your resistance, and I don't blame you. But I think your Watcher hasn't reminded you lately of the resolute status of the players in our little game. The Council fights evil. The Slayer is the instrument by which we fight. The Council remains, the Slayers change. It's been that way from the beginning."
"Well, that's a very comforting, bloodless way of looking at it, isn't it?" Faith scorned.
"We know who took Sam," Quentin said, using it as a bargaining chip. "They are not stronger than you, but they are a powerful instrument, if you will. We can help you. We have information that will help. Pass the review and we give it to you without reservation. Fail the review, either through incompetence, or by resisting our recommendations..."
"Resisting your recommendations? I fail if I don't do whatever you say! How much under your thumb do you think I am?" Faith snapped.
"How much do you want our help?" he asked evenly.
"I'm not your f-ing instrument and you have no right to do this!"
"I understand you think this is unfair. But there are factors which should motivate you to go along with the review. Now, I don't want to do this, but obviously we could shut you down permanently."
"You can't do that," she argued. "You don't have the power."
"Of course we do, and a great deal more. In fact, if you insist on fighting us, harm will come to the vampire. Now perhaps you're used to idle threats and sloppy discipline, Miss Lehane, but you're dealing with grownups now." Quentin paused. "Am I making myself clear?"