"Damn straight," Buffy said with nod to herself and grinned. "Better be careful." She blinked up at him as he tried to decide what kind of clothes he needed and stared in bemusement at his utter confusion. "Oh boy," she said, reluctantly removing herself from his arm as she headed in the direction of men's clothing. She had worn his shirt to bed enough times to know his size, so she didn't need to worry about that. "How about we just get you kind of the general set? Like regular Joe clothes, something nice and dressy, and then maybe comfy clothes. I really hope you aren't sleeping in your fatigues." She then wondered if he had nothing else to wear if he slept naked and almost reddened at the thought. Nope, think of clothes, Buffy, not what's under them.
She started rifling through the racks, pulling out a few pairs of jeans, some dress pants, a couple button-up shirts, some regular shirts, a couple turtlenecks--at his request--and even grabbed a few ties. "Okay, time to try on. And yes, I demand to go in with you because you obviously have no idea what you need." She wiggled her eyebrows teasingly at him, ushering him in the direction of the fitting room, her arms full of clothes.