As Sam stood to face her, Buffy gave Sam a curious look paired with a wry grin. "So I sound like your father, huh?" Arms folded over her chest, and she pretended to be suspicious and angry. "This the same father you argued with all the time?" The act broke as she laughed a little. "That is way weird. A guy's father is the last thing a girl wants to remind him of." Ahem. "I mean, just like, it's not the last thing. Like, if you said to me, or anyone, 'hey, you remind me of my bitchy aunt' or uh, 'a platapus' that, wouldn't be good..." She fumbled with her hands, looking down. Ahem, total spaz alert.
She gave a clumsy smile that didn't fully reach her eyes. "My examples weren't exactly good, either." At least she was self-aware of her lameness, right?
Her confidence was deflating. She had been sad that Bobby had interrupted them, but now she wanted to hide away. Sam wanted to focus on his brother, and Buffy was supposed to be doing the same. There was no reason to get all moon-eyed over him.
The idea of Sam leading her to a room made her feel like she was way too young, because it made her a little nervous. Boys escorting her to upstairs rooms? Kind of new territory. "That's good about being able to locate Lilith," Buffy segued. "I still want to cut your hair. But...later."