That was so very far from what he'd been expecting her to say, that he just stared at her. The fact that she wouldn't look at him, was just clutching the pillow, that the tension was palpable enough in the air to make the puppy twitch...all of that seemed to cloud the air as well. It was all twisted up in with his dire expectations as well. His mind darted to Slaying matters, and demons and people with abilities and apocalypses and bombs and assassinations and possessions and kidnappings and tortures and all the things that kept going on in their world, and somehow those two little words didn't make any sense against all of that.

It was such a very normal thing that women had been saying to men throughout history.

Normal didn't happen to them.

He was fairly certain he was supposed to say something, rather than just stare at her, but the words still weren't coming, because her words weren't right somehow. There had to be some catch, something else to them, some "and..." but nothing was forthcoming, so he swallowed, tried to say something, found he couldn't quite speak, so tried again.

"I'm sorry...what did you say?"