"You must be Miss Tilden," Giles said with a bit of a smile. This woman was not at all what he was expecting, although he imagined she knew far more about him than he did about her, and none of it all that flattering. "You've already got the advantage over me, but I was told I'd most likely find you down here working on you car."
The music, while it was not his chosen genre nor was it the easy listening he'd found relaxing to listen to, was not completely without taste, and was certainly a step above the brain-annihilating music that Buffy had once chosen to exercise to. "I've always found Yanni a bit more pleasant to work to, but I suppose that's simply a matter of taste," he offered as a joke. "Please, call me Giles. Everyone else does."