Buffy refused to believe a word of what he was saying. It couldn't just be for those cold and calculating reasons. He was keeping her secret because there was still a part of him that was her friend, and she couldn't let go of that. He'd always been there.
"You might as well just hand me over, then. Because that won't stop me from trying to help you, and it won't stop be from trying to save Evie and all of the others who didn't chose this from a life they don't want," she said evenly, the stubborn determination in her eyes something he'd be used to seeing when she went into hero-mode. "I'm not giving up on you, and you can say whatever crap you want to try and get me to let go. I refuse to give up on you. I don't know if I can make things right, but I won't ever stop trying."
His next claim, however, clearly succeeded in pushing her buttons. "Right, well, you're all kinds of older than me, Danny, and I can still give you a run for your money. Slayers learn pretty quickly, so I've gotten like months of training since you last saw me." She wasn't actually sure of that was true. Her skills did improve at an almost alarming rate, but she doubted they'd gotten much stronger in the four weeks or so since they'd seen each other. "But you're just trying to be all antagonistic! And it's so not working, by the way. I'm zen. I'm like the zen master."