Buffy bolted up from her spot on the floor, on her feet in a flash the second the door opened. She was prepared for the kind of villain you heard about in some ridiculous storybook, clad in some kind of flowing black cape and everything. What entered, however, was an entirely different story. Was that a bowtie? She was visibly perplexed, even further so when he commended what had probably been brave stupidity on her part.
"Hugs are important. Hugs and animal crackers," she added, still maintaining a defensive stance as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"Oh, but I'm just putting on a song and dance. You know, I heard some of your kind like the feisty ones," Buffy went on, narrowing her eyes at the stranger as the sarcasm dripped from her voice.