"It's not hard to be a good actor when you don't know you're acting," Buffy answered with a laugh at his joke, though she thought there might be an odd sort of wisdom in her words. She was being honest too. Part of her might've realized it along the way, but most of her had refused to for a long time until he'd made it so that she couldn't pretend she wasn't giving him bits and pieces of herself anymore. She smiled when he came to sit next to her, feeling comfortable now that they were closer. "Don't worry. I trusted you with the whole Slayer thing. I trust you not to do something if I tell you I don't want to." She paused thinking about that. "But I'm not usually opposed. I mean, it was nice. I liked it. Loved it, I mean. I was all about the mutual consent. Did I mention I'm really bad at talking about things without humor and puns?"
The mention of Maia almost slipped by her as she rambled, unable to stop talking once she'd started. She made a face and quickly forced herself to wipe that particular expression from hers. Great. Here was the moment he told her she was really great and all, but he needed someone experience like Maia for 'therapy' sessions.
"Yeah, we probably do. I mean, I'd rather staple my eyelids to the wall, not gonna lie, but you're right. It probably needs mentioning. And, you know, if you want to talk about it, I will. With as little seething rage as possible," she answered honestly, looking up at him as she drew her legs up to tuck under herself.