Buffy looked at the attractive, similarly aged (hopefully not immortal or a vampire or secretly evil in some other way) male with a responding smile of her own. Just because she could.
She was single. Unfortunately not everyone dealt with the secret identity so well, and as a slayer it was hard to date and hide wondering off in the middle of the night to fight _______.
But Buffy wasn't getting ahead of herself with that line of thinking. Nah. She was only smiling back. It was all perfectly innocent.
"Look, The City obviously has something up it's sleeve. I'm all for helping each other out but the problem is that there might be consequences. If my new partner doesn't mind I'm more than willing to risk it, but this is the same City that's killed people and brought them back to life, switched bodies, unleash a plague of undead-- you get the picture. My friend Will owned a shop called The Magic Box. We'll check for the unicorn eye lashes there and bring them back if we find them."
Buffy gave everyone a look over.
"Can we at least agree not to harm a four fingered homeless man in any way?" Her brows both rose upward in a please expression. She was staring at the hairy older guy when she spoke.