Buffy wasn't amused at all by the situation. In fact she felt slightly more vulnerable than usual, especially when he laughed at her. He sounded so much like she remembered and yet entirely different at the same time. It was jarring, but she absolutely refused to let her resolve falter. And so, her expression remained set in stone.
"What can I say? Apparently corny heroics run through my veins right alongside the blood of the Chosen One. It's part of the document they have you sign when you become the Slayer. 'Must be willing to give cheesy speeches. Please sign here.'" She crossed her arms over her chest, alert and wary, tense and ready for anything.
"I don't want to save you from that. That's what you are, and I know that in and of itself doesn't make you evil. I've learned a lot since I came here," she continued, a bit more seriously. "Not every Supernatural is a monster, and not every human is a hero. But what you did to Evie. You're not like this. I know you aren't."