Buffy swallowed a pesky lump that had somehow found its way into her throat before he answered. She hadn't been on a traditional date with anyone since...well, she couldn't even remember. Principal Wood didn't exactly count. And before that? Well, there was Spike. That counted even less. She had such a terrible track record when it came to anything having to do with the male gender--living or undead--that confirming the word 'date' was almost too much.
She breathed out a sigh of relief and her smile only seemed to grow brighter, "I-I do want it to be. Definitely," she said, wanting to smack herself in the forehead for getting all stutter-ey. "Good, I feel weirdly at ease with you, too. Like I've known you for forever or something. Minus the whole back story thing, of course. It's weird, but...nice." She laughed, "Very true. It'd be nice to go on a date where I don't have to kill something mid-way through. So, I think I know just the place. There's a really nice bar a few blocks in the other direction. And they have good food--Or so I've heard," she said, "Because I'm sure, despite all that food, you'll be starving in a few hours."