Pausing with his hand over the black king near him, his cigarette caught between two knuckles, he grins at her. "You'd think so. Anyway, it's on the house, for you, Faye."

Not that she's confessing so much as passing along information, and the sad fact is that people only talk when they want to, regardless of topic. He taps at the king's crown with a fingertip, thoughtfully spinning the little figure around its base.

Had history. So that's that for Vicious, and the whole thing is over before he ever really got into it.

Well, that's just fine by him. Who asked him to join in, anyway? Nobody, not even Gren, really, and the last thing he wants to do is get mixed up in someone else's unfinished business.

There's a little bit of honesty in her eyes when she looks at him and says she doesn't know what kind of history Spike and Vicious have--had--and he'll go ahead and take that at face value. As far as he knows, she's got no reason to lie, and isn't it some sort of sin to lie to a priest, anyway?

He almost laughs at that thought.

"So it's over, then?" He doesn't quite glance over at the Punisher. He knows exactly where it is.