She was in Slayer Heaven, wasn't she. Her awe only grew at all the weapons calling the hunter in her. Oh how she would love to take this all home with her, she knew that just wasn't going to happen. But at least she knew this guy was taking his namesake seriously. Which was either great in the grand scheme of things, or really disturbing. Buffy would decide on that later, because had her attention caught by the scythe he'd offered her. While definitely a real scythe in looks and in name, unlike the Slayer Scythe which really was more of an ax, Buffy knew how to handle the weapon and took a few test swings with it when it was in her hands. Sadly it didn't have the decency to 'hum' or feel like it was in sync with her like the Slayer Scythe did for a slayer. With a slight sigh she handed it back to him, deciding a regular scythe just wasn't her style. "Smaller would probably be best, it's hard to be spry when you're swinging something like that... If I got you a picture of what I'm looking for, you think you could tell me if it could be customized around here for decent price?" Now silver daggers? That would be great. It wasn't good against everything, but there were plenty of demons weak against it. "But uh.. question. What the heck are Bacchae?"