"Maybe," Buffy answered him with a coy smile, still continuing that slow pace as she walked around him in a circle. "If you're good."
She made sure she swayed her hips just enough as she continued her pace, looking to be as distracting as she could be. "Please. Like I'd waste my prize on finding out what you wanted to do to me." She was mostly just pretending she wouldn't have asked; the thought had crossed her mind since she hated not knowing what he had planned for his next victory.
All of a sudden, Buffy rounded on him, arcing her leg in a hook kick that would give him a very clear view of what she wasn't wearing under her skirt. Why not step out of the gate running?