"Hey. You're the bad boy. Not me." A perplexed beat; a moment to review. "O-obviously."

Knowing that she missed something but not knowing what she was exactly missing, Buffy laced her fingers with his and backed towards the drier portions of the shore. It lit a fire in her skin the likes of which she thought she possibly wasn't used to -- after all, she couldn't quite recall any past interactions like this. Not with Jack. And so she lived through the thrill of a second chance for a first time. First everythings -- those kisses had nearly driven her mad and the way he sounded far far wickeder when he said the word? Surely, this was what it must be like to realize these things for the first time. Re-revelations.

Buffy brought him further -- not wasting time in opening a round red door built into the earth. Wasting no time in walking in.