"Oh." Jesse nodded then. "Yeah, but it's what works with them sorts."
He'd just been standing there, watching her fight and talking casually as if it were something he did every day. After getting yelled at by Buffy, he didn't really want to ...
Then he realized.
Another small goddamned blonde.
Jesse shook his head. "I don't know what the fuck you think I am, but I don't need a goddamned vessel." He didn't even know what she meant by that, not really.
He watched her get thrown into the wall and winced. That had to hurt. She held her own well, but it seemed she also knew when to ask for help. Unlike some other small blondes he could name. Namely all of them.
"Alright." Jesse waved his hand and the vampires crowding them fell into piles of dust. He fished his cigarettes out of his pocket and lit one up. "See, no strings." He said around the smoke.