Wesley wanted to duck his head to avoid meeting her eyes, but that would involve looking there and he was certainly not doing that. So he kept his gaze hovering just slightly off to the side instead. "I -- went to Los Angeles to, er. Help on a case. I -- have I ever told you about Faith? The Slayer I was supposed to train?" He took a long breath, closing his eyes. "She was there. And... determined to prove her strength."

His posture changed as he drew in tighter on himself, shame evident in his body.

"You needn't be concerned," he added, hating how weak his voice sounded.