Jesse peered at Wes from over his cigarette. One eye squinted from the smoke.
Part of him was glad that the guy didn't know much about him, because it let him express his true feelings. Another part, an admittedly more sinister part, wished the guy knew not to talk like that to a fellow like Jesse.
He also didn't mention that it didn't matter if he had power or not, Jesse could kick Wes' ass with his eyes closed. And missing a leg.
"It ain't all I know about slayers, friend." The cigarette dangled from his lips. "All I said was I disapproved of the drugging. You want to beat the shit outta her cause it's the way you do things, fine. I'm not gonna stand in the way of that. But you gotta admit these girls are a hell of a lot smarter than most. Even at their dumbest, on their most ditsy days, they ain't gonna take food nor drink from no stranger. Somebody wants to drug 'em, they're gonna have to fight 'em. That's my issue."
Jesse looked at Mel.
She was a little more raw than Buffy, that was for sure. But he wouldn't turn down an offer to watch the two pudding wrestling.