Fighting was still not one of his favorites activities, but he did like sparing against Buffy. Mainly because he won last time and he intends to win again. He thought about letting Buffy win just to see what her prize might be, but he nixed that. He wanted his prize more.
She had sent him out to the shed ahead of her. He was mentally preparing what was going to happen. He knew she would do something to her advantage so he, again, went shirtless and with a pair of shorts that had seen better days. Moths or something must have gotten to them or something. This was his weapon of choice. He did not, however, expect Buffy to come in looking...well like a tart. Was she really going to fight like that?
"Are you sure," He said, after figuratively picking his chin up from the ground. "You are going to be able to move in those boots?" The boots seemed to be the least of his worries. He could see the black lace and wondered what she hid under her skirt, or should it he call it a belt?