Oh, she hates knowing he's watching her. Even without having to look she has the knowledge in the way her skin crawls. And though it's not exactly predatory (she's the hunter, here ─ with or without him in a cage), the tingling turns into a scream. Warning her of the danger that comes from certain vampires. She's only felt it around a handful (if that) of vampires, before; old and powerful ones like, the Master and Dracula. (Can she just say ─ yeah, still bizarre he actually exists.) And him. It's a much different sensation than when fledglings or decades old vampires are near.
Just when she thinks she's pushed the feeling down, he goes and smiles at her like that. And while Slayer instinct knows it's dangerous, she can't help but to want to smile back because he's wearing Angel's face.
Ah but then, he opens his mouth and the difference is night and... well, other night. Or something. Whatever.
"I take it that it was also his idea not to give anyone else, besides those..." She jabs her thumb in an upwards direction with the words, blind sheep up there, on the tip of her tongue, "...he relies on a heads up." Not something she needs answering when the answer is an obvious yes.
At the idea of Cordelia whoring herself over to Angelus in exchange for information Buffy does a double take back at the stairs, up the landing and then at Angelus. Because, "She did what?" Oh, no, she knows she heard him right the first time. It's just the idea Cordelia could stoop so low means they might not just be desperate, but, "She's insane." And stupid. So, so stupid. Regardless if she were bluffing. (Though something in the pit of her stomach tells her Cordelia wouldn't bluff. Oh god.) More than Cordelia being insane, though, "My god, they all are." Louder this time, hoping they hear, "Every single one of you is certifiably nuts." Too bad she's not joking, either. Not when the proof is in the demon behind the bars. The worse of the worse, and who that little broken group ─ yeah, she's seen what a team divided looks like even if they are 'banding together' at the moment ─ only brought out for information. Information he isn't giving them. (Gee, who could've seen that coming? Oh, right ─ her. And she's been here for all of five minutes.)
Making sure the chair is well behind the red line, Buffy settles into it, rubbing a hand over the side of her face. And while she can understand their desperation, their any means necessary to put back the sun, literally, "Their desperate measures haven't gotten them anything yet. You haven't told them a thing, have you?" Again, not really a question she needs answering. Propping an elbow on the arm of the chair to rest her cheek against her closed fist, Buffy mirrors his bored attitude. Tone flat, "Do you even know anything, or are you just blowing smoke up their asses while playing them against each other until one of them slips up and, let me guess, you can make your big escape?" She remembers how easily manipulating people against each other comes for him. Moving each person like they're pawns on a board in order for him to win.
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Just when she thinks she's pushed the feeling down, he goes and smiles at her like that. And while Slayer instinct knows it's dangerous, she can't help but to want to smile back because he's wearing Angel's face.
Ah but then, he opens his mouth and the difference is night and... well, other night. Or something. Whatever.
"I take it that it was also his idea not to give anyone else, besides those..." She jabs her thumb in an upwards direction with the words, blind sheep up there, on the tip of her tongue, "...he relies on a heads up." Not something she needs answering when the answer is an obvious yes.
At the idea of Cordelia whoring herself over to Angelus in exchange for information Buffy does a double take back at the stairs, up the landing and then at Angelus. Because, "She did what?" Oh, no, she knows she heard him right the first time. It's just the idea Cordelia could stoop so low means they might not just be desperate, but, "She's insane." And stupid. So, so stupid. Regardless if she were bluffing. (Though something in the pit of her stomach tells her Cordelia wouldn't bluff. Oh god.) More than Cordelia being insane, though, "My god, they all are." Louder this time, hoping they hear, "Every single one of you is certifiably nuts." Too bad she's not joking, either. Not when the proof is in the demon behind the bars. The worse of the worse, and who that little broken group ─ yeah, she's seen what a team divided looks like even if they are 'banding together' at the moment ─ only brought out for information. Information he isn't giving them. (Gee, who could've seen that coming? Oh, right ─ her. And she's been here for all of five minutes.)
Making sure the chair is well behind the red line, Buffy settles into it, rubbing a hand over the side of her face. And while she can understand their desperation, their any means necessary to put back the sun, literally, "Their desperate measures haven't gotten them anything yet. You haven't told them a thing, have you?" Again, not really a question she needs answering. Propping an elbow on the arm of the chair to rest her cheek against her closed fist, Buffy mirrors his bored attitude. Tone flat, "Do you even know anything, or are you just blowing smoke up their asses while playing them against each other until one of them slips up and, let me guess, you can make your big escape?" She remembers how easily manipulating people against each other comes for him. Moving each person like they're pawns on a board in order for him to win.