"Well, a demon showed up and I destroyed about half the construction sight killing him," Buffy answers. "I can't really blame them." The little that she'd done, she'd actually been good at. Of course, that had been mostly picking up heavy loads and moving them. Pack mule was something she excelled at. She's not sure pretty ever factored into it. She also misses the compliment and she can generally handle that level of sexism because she's getting a chance. Besides, in her experience, if someone underestimates her because she's pretty, it gives her an advantage. She likes honesty and simplicity, not that she's ever dated anyone who was simple. Even Riley had ended up being as complicated as anyone she'd ever dated. Almost. Being a good guy is important.

The important thing here is that he isn't acting on his alpha-ness and ulterior motives, right? If Buffy knew what he was thinking, she might not agree with that. Of course, her thoughts when looking at him are slightly more innocent. She's thinking about kissing him, about feeling all of that bare skin that he's putting on display and she refuses to let herself think beyond that. Mostly. Oh hell, his thoughts aren't much worse than hers and she's got no idea why this clawing, restless sexual frustration has chosen to rocket to unbearable levels tonight. She's seen people shirtless since she came here. Her roomie is a gorgeous guy (two of them now) and it's unavoidable to see him shirtless occasionally. Big deal it's not, or it hadn't been until today and the sight of Alcide shirtless is driving her to distraction.

The flirting gets her attention. She ducks her head, flushing a little and grinning. She's obviously pleased by the compliment. "I've never actually run into a real ghost," she rambles in lieu of knowing what to say. "Have you?"

But then he's stopping in the hall way and her attention is entirely on him, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as her gaze devours him. He looks like some sort of sex god, or a guy on a bodice ripper romance novel right now and that desire that had been momentarily stifled by the simple pleasure of being complimented by a cute guy comes rushing back, suffusing every cell in her body with a fire and need that she hasn't felt in far too long. Her eyes linger on that line of muscle just beneath his hipbones and holy everything why is that such a good line of muscle for a guy to have. When he speaks, it takes her a second to realize it, her eyes finally flickering from that expanse of muscle and the obvious show of his own desire up to his face. "Uhm...what? Why?"