He isn't exactly sure what reaction he was hoping for with that last bit, but the way she grins and ducks her head is a helluva reaction. He sips at his drink and rubs his hand over the back of his neck beneath the collar of his dress shirt. His skin is tickling with goosebumps. Buffy does this to him. Yes, he's had his fair share of beer, but this is all Buffy.

He does whatever passes for a semblance of a shrug and lightly brushes his knuckles over a section of her arm near her shoulder. "Well I was kinda hopin' that the word no wouldn't be a part of the equation."