The quicker she got over the weird, the better it would be. For both of them. Booth wasn't going anywhere. He'd gone home and came back, but he doubted he'd be so lucky twice. The next time he went home it was likely to be dead at the end of the world. He mentally kicked himself. They hadn't lost yet.
"It's never dull. " He stated with an obvious annoyance. He did love his job. What he didn't love was all the cover up work he had to do. All the sneaking around and altering. It was enough to give him a permanent migraine His eyes fixed on Buffy. Even they were the same color as Angels. Everything about him was the same, except the side arm at his waist, the cocky belt buckle, the obvious 'official' stance, and that he was human. Pure and true.
"I think you're better off with the later." He stated as he finished his own food and just sat there quietly for a few minutes. "Lets just say, I was generous about my description.. But you know what, you're not her. I can tell already. I'm good at that. Judging character just by watching. It's actually one of my specialties, you? You've got heart. "