Buffy scowled and roughly pulled back when he moved to touch her face. What the hell was that all about? It wasn't the first time a baddie had wanted to get all touchy-feely, but it still creeped her out. She would have rathered it if he started beating on her again.
"Yeah, because I'm gonna sit here and spill my guts to you," she spat, getting up and moving across the room. Where was she going to go? This wasn't reality, it was a dream.