He senses the slayer coming down the stairs, taking her time.  She peeks at him with her brown eyes seemingly memorizing every curve of his body that she can see.  She sways her hips as she makes her way to the bed he is currently occupying.  Her hand is behind her back and he wonders for a second if she is gripping a stake.  She smiles when she notices his discomfort at her hidden hand and at his obvious arousal of her being there.  She gets closer, brings the champagne out from her hidden hand and says "For old times?"