[ Of course he can't just let it go. It's not every century you find a girl like Buffy fucking Summers. She's the spoon to his fork. The cheerios to his milk, and more importantly, she's his and his alone. ]

You're just afraid I'm going to turn him into Kentucky fried Neil. [ Oh, the urge is there alright. ] But you're right. Let's go celebrate. We'll do whatever you want. [ Frowns slightly as he brushes a finger across her cheekbone. ] You're hurt.