"Trust me on this," Angel had called out. "You'll never fit in!"

She'd whirled around, already scowling. "Damn you."

Grabbing her elbow, he had pulled her closer. "Look at you. Your eyes alone order me to fall down to my knees and bow my head to your power, and all you want is that I leave you alone." Abruptly, he'd let her loose. "There. You're free."

Buffy had glared at him.

"See? Now you want a fight," he'd laughed. "Accept it, there's fire in you and fire must burn."

She'd frozen. "Is that… a compliment?"

"To you, it would be."