"Only because you've given me so many reasons to be trusting of you in the past," Giles pointed out. "The last time I trusted you, I woke up a bloody demon and was nearly killed by my own Slayer! And before that? There was the drugging of the entire adult populace of Sunnydale so their babies could be fed to a demon, and before that there was the one-two punch of your bloody costumes and Eyghon. I'm not sure where in that relationship trust is supposed to breed, but it hasn't. I suppose it's just in your nature to do these things, just to see what will happen." He signed. "Go on then, do your spells. Supplies are currently being stored in a back room off the library, and here's the key." He looked through several and then held it out to Ethan.
"I'll take the clothes downstairs; one of the Slayers has claimed a conference room for her own and I put in a magic vault for her to store certain volumes in. That'll do to hold these until we can find somewhere safer."