[ All right, all right. The truth is once she got past the kinda sleazy exterior, the guy just oozes likeable charm. Damn it, she wants to like him. Okay, fine. She likes him. Buffy grins, propping her chin up with her elbow resting on the edge of the table. ]

Yeah, that's a neg on the death wishes. But I respect the heart-crossing.

[ She drains the rest of her Tsingtao and sets it down, idly toying with the bottle. ]

So, York Reilly, what do you usually do for fun?