“Don’t worry about him, Wes likes to watch,” Lilah purrs.
There is a moment of perfect silence.
… A moment of perfect silence into which Faith emits an ungainly snort.
“Damn it, Lilah,” Wesley gripes, as Faith gives in to her gales of impossible-to-stifle giggles. The smile twitching at the corners of his mouth must undercut his annoyance, though, because Lilah just beams at him from between Faith’s legs, bright and smug and unrepentant.
He feels suitably revenged when Faith’s knee catches Lilah squarely in the stomach in a Slayer strength flail as she falls off the bed, still laughing helplessly.