He was watching her through the open spaces between the shelves, wondering about his fascination for her. He couldn't quite understand it, this constant yearning for the attentions of one slayer, and now that he had it... he couldn't even bring himself to face her.

Truth was, Daniel was afraid that if he did, he might be a) tongue tied, b) consumed by his thirst for her blood, c) consumed by his thirst for her blood...

Obviously, he'd acted on impulse. Boredom had a way of encouraging such acts. Boredom and hunger, and possibly... pure idiocy on his part.

"Do you always carry a stake with you?"