"Thanks for coming to rescue me from that snake god."
"You didn't exactly need my help."
"It's still nice that you cared."
"Of course I care. How can you think otherwise?"
"Does that mean you changed your mind about us dating?"
"I didn't say that."
Angel looks at Buffy, all schoolgirl innocence, her face full of trust for a demon whose idea of fun was breaking people's spirits. His head knows this will end badly.
He reaches for her hand, lacing his fingers through hers. His dead heart believes differently. Maybe he can be the man she thinks he is.