"Uh, you were," he stated, grin spreading, "you're the last girly girl that I've seen carrying a stake around. Stakes, weapons that have got gorgeous curves, whatever. You work those weapons like a model would work the runway."
He was making, what, America's Next Top Model comparisons? To a Slayer who had a weapons fetish? Huh. Why not? The only thing that really worried him was that he actually knew what America's Next Top Model was. Too much damn time in front of the TV, he figured.
"...I didn't just say that, did I?" He scrunched his nose and shook his head. "Point is? You are just as much of a girly girl as the rest of them. You're just better at hiding it, I'd say."