Buffy had been acting so much on instinct and impulse that she had to stop and honestly think about want. No, she was sure. She'd responded to him as she had because she'd wanted to, not because she was some slave and felt like she had to do so. She still had power over her decisions because she refused to be a slave in anything but name. So she nodded, not looking away from him when he spoke.
"I think we both know I'm not the best actress anyway," she answered, referring to the number of times she'd completely botched the submissive slave act in public with him. No, Buffy had made up her mind, and she wasn't sure of a lot of things. This hadn't been her intention, but it had come to be. She was sure, so she nodded again. "I... I want you to keep kissing me like you were, and I don't want you to stop."