"Congratulations, you and Aya are forbidden to work. I thought keeping you in the building would be safer. I'm mature enough to admit I was wrong," Katrina conceded. "No place is safe for you, or from you. I'm sending you home, under guard."
"Can I choose Buffy?" I perked up. Katrina arched an eyebrow.
"I also need something," I kept slaloming down toward Hell. "I need a six hour dispensation from you on the whole s*x thing with employees."
"Oh Goddess," Katrina laughed. "What part of me wanting you to stay alive have you missed?"
"Are you going to sleep with my Mommy now?" Aya grinned.
"No," Katrina answered for me, "he's going to play with Buffy." Right on the money. One scary-smart woman without a doubt. "Best of all, I'll let you assign Buffy to be your security for the night and
