"And I like to keep it that way," she remarked rather flippishly. It wasn't that she misunderstood his meaning -- she got that he probably meant the actual cleanliness of it -- but there was now a certain pride to be had in leading the pirate through her turf. Sure, the normal world had its politics and its police force but as far as the supernatural was concerned, Sunnydale had been the Slayer's territory.

"And that, by the way..." she pointed out a little Toyota parked snugly in a side-street. "That's one of those cars I keep talking about."