Something like that. Minus the cape or the spandex or the genuine crusading. [Any other qualification that she might of put upon her role back home is interrupted by the request. Buffy responds initially with a slow, hesitant smile.]

A couple of months ago there was a pretty wacky love spell. I think I'm off the kisses for the foreseeable future. [Except for late night surprise smooches with Spike, apparently.] I can offer you something in a nice hug of loyalty, though.