"That? That is never going to happen."

She wouldn't allow it. Because he'd be torn limb from limb and all those charcoal feathers plucked and...great. After everyone else had done it for her, it was her own turn to put visions of Jack's death into her mind. Wonderful.

Buffy reached beyond him -- but only to lean her weapon against that ship's hull. "He and me have business. He..." has a reason to listen to me. "The chance might not ever come up again. I've waited years for this."