Buffy walked toward the man on the throne with purpose. She wasn't afraid of him. The cross wouldn't have helped her look any less religious. Buffy wasn't concerned with misconception right now. She wasn't sure if the smirk on the proprietor's face was one of recognition-- if it was it meant he was looking for a fight. Buffy didn't pull out her stake yet. It was too soon to tell what was going on.
When she approached him-- not too close-- she crossed her arms. It was the same defiant stance she reserved for Big Bads, Gods and maybe even the mayor.
"What the Hell do you think you're doing? Are you trying to get people killed?"
Something about him reminded her of Dracula. God, she hoped he wasn't like Drac. She hadn't been able to slay him-- not with his turning to mist trick-- but she'd been able to run him out of town. In The City Buffy didn't have that luxury.