She nods, cheeks flushing at that memory. Is it warm in here? She thinks it's warm in here. Her hand slides to the curve of her neck to cover a scar that isn't there, but she knows should be. She can't help but let her eyes drift to Alcide's neck where there's a fairly clear bite mark from her teeth. She nods again, feeling like she ought to say something, but hadn't she just sworn to shut up? She's pretty sure she had.

Then he's talking about Derek and she can't help the jealousy that streaks through her. He had sex with Derek? After having sex with her? She's pretty sure that's crossing a line and fury creeps over her before he clarifies, which just leaves her a little shameful of that flash of fury, that streak of jealousy. "Oh," she finally manages to respond. "I wouldn't count on it. He knows things were weird yesterday. He and I didn't start off very well either. Now, he's probably my best friend here."

Much less scandalous. Sometimes scandals just find you. At least that's been Buffy's experience. Or maybe she just doesn't want to admit that she's not good at avoiding scandals. Either way, she's happy enough to stay under the radar and by the way, she's pretty sure he's one of the tall, dark and stubbled that had been talked about. She hopes that whatever security footage was shot yesterday will end up buried.

"Me? No," she responds emphatically. "No. Not me. I just--with you. We weren't the only ones that were affected."