Laughter. "Please. I wish. I'm -- uhm...chilling out in a castle with a lot of other girls. Xander's the only source of testosterone in the building and he's..." Well -- that ship had long left port, hadn't it? Best friends, she felt, did not good lovers make. But that might be because Buffy has frequently found her favoured lovers amongst her enemies.

Of course...there was that awkward slice of future news where Andrew Wells had -- having been here, briefly -- told her that she was going to end up in the bed olympics with one of her slayer proteges. This was a problem. A considerable one, in Buffy's eyes. Not because of the sudden switch to the opposite team but...but she didn't like the prospect of once again using another pining someone for her own feel-goods. She thought she'd shaken that bad habit with Spike.