"Well, much like Buffy, I have a reputation for killing things with fangs," Sam said, his smile widening a little in amusement. "I think it's preceded me here. And if it's keeping them off my back-- or away from my throat-- then I'm not complaining. Buffy's a good name to drop for you, though, if you want them to equate 'tiny blonde' with 'will kick your ass'."
He didn't take it personally that she'd dropped Buffy's name instead of his, and he certainly didn't mind that she liked sending the vampires running. The opposite, in fact, in terms of the latter. It made an odd mixture of pride and fondness well up inside him, because this was one of her personality traits that he loved.
"No Twilight moments," he agreed, paraphrasing his brother. It made his heart twist a little, but not enough to show on his expression. "I'm glad there don't seem to be any sparkly bastards around here. They were a bitch to kill." And then, following on what she'd said, he smiled. "How about that, indeed. You're almost old enough to drink."