[ A smirk at that. Of course he wasn't going to tell Sam that he and Buffy had something of an impromptu truce right now or that she'd kicked his ass twelve times to Sunday over the last few years. That would be admitting that he's not as Big of a Bad as he made himself out to be, and down that road lies ruin.]
Th' trick is findin' 'em before they expire. They got such short lives, these Slayers.