"Because I want to be and I like you," Buffy responded, not quite breaking the kiss but whispering against his lips. She pulled back only slightly, her eyes sparkling with mischief and laughter flirting at the corners of her mouth. "Can I call you Godfather? It's so much sexier than Daddy," she teased.

She sobered in the next instant but kept her hand flat against his back, under his shirt and her other hand tangled in his hair so he literally couldn't go anywhere even if he wanted to. "I don't care what your family is, Danny. I don't care what your blood is. I care about the person you are. I care about the person you work so hard to be.I care that you're all 'redemption boy'. That's all that matters to me."

She dipped her head and pressed a light kiss to his neck then looked back up to him. "Besides, even with your family, you're still the nicest, sweetest guy I've ever dated. And will it bother you if I tell Dawn that next time she takes my cashmere sweater without asking I'm going to have my boyfriend's family off her?" The last was said purely teasing.