[That gets a laugh out of her as she steps close alongside and and angles the scythe so that it helps part the waters. She appreciates the jacket because being ogled in the arena dressed like this is different from being ogled on the street. The second is more invasive somehow. She pulls the lapels of the jacket a little closer as they shoulder their way through the crowd.] A private showing could be arranged. [She teases him, batting her eye lashes and because it's still Buffy, cursed or not, she tilts her chin up, elongating her neck and flashing him neck. She's good at that move. It's not her fault that it's more effective with boyfriends of the undead variety.] A shower, hot dogs and the beach sounds perfect. I'll even wear another bikini. Just less bondage more...bond babe.