it would not be incorrect to say that buffy summers had not always been the most perceptive of girls, slayer status notwithstanding. but there are some things she’d gotten very good at spotting early. one of which just so happened to be knowing when someone was about to suggest something that she would definitely not like. and so, as he opens his mouth to speak, she’s already lifting a hand to halt his progress, head shaking defiantly.
❛ no, uh-uh, i know that look ——that’s the look that comes before you rope me into doing something we both know i don’t want to do, and you give me that stupid grin that’s too charming and i end up agreeing to it anyway. not this time, pal ——not today. ❜
it’s important to note that while slayer is her title, buffy finds herself in far too friendly situations with all kinds of denizens of the shadows more often than not, and she might be wondering — not for the first time — how she keeps getting into these messes.
‘think of it as simply a way to keep me in line.’ he could have done everything by himself, but at least having buffy there would keep him from possibly killing anyone. still, if she didn’t want to go? well, he wouldn’t force her to, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t at least try to persuade her to do what he wanted.
‘you might not want to go with me, but when you find out where i have gone? well, you’ll get pissed, and i’ll find myself backed in a corner.’ a pause. ‘ a corner, where you’ll most likely want to kill me!’ it might not have been the case, but he was at least laying out things decently for her.
‘all i need is an hour – maybe two.’ he was going for something that he could more than likely call a short amount of time, but time was never something he was good with. sure, an hour wasn’t long to him, but to some? it could have been. a reason to why he sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly. anything to calm him down for the moment. ‘or, you can stop me right now.’
Hellfirebound 