Dean liked her attitude. He'd been expecting some stiff-upper-lip asshole, not this cute little blond.
"The general tour sounds good to me. I can unpack all my stuff later...not that there's very much of it. I tend to travel kinda light. Well, if you don't count the books, that is."
He glanced around the place, people running here and there and a sense of urgency hanging in the air. He'd be glad to get back to his little place and enjoy the peace and quiet, but for now, the company was good...and pretty. "So, Buffy..." His voice just suddenly trailed off as he realized who she was. "God! You're Buffy...like, the Buffy. I've heard so much about you..."