"Thankfully they usually aren't about dinner for me," Buffy answered him with a laugh. "Mostly about demonic prophecy this, morbid sacrificial ritual that... And so on and so forth. The happy, pleasant sort of thing you want to think about while you're falling asleep."
It was odd to think that she'd come here, looking to do some probably unrealistic level of good for people because that's what heroes were supposed to do. "You'll never be a monster to me. Not now that I know you," Buffy said, smiling up at him and nodding as she made her way over to the bed. "Rest sounds good to me, even just for a little bit. Especially with you."