Notions. Successes. Vampires. Creepy, creepy undead. He was asking if she would slay him should he ever have been turned. The question sent her stomach into tight, unhappy knots. Buffy's one free hand scrubbed across her face. Chasing tears that certainly did not exist.

She thought about staking Ford, back home. About staking Andrew here. And now being asked whether she would stake Archie just moments after learning that he had recently re-died.

That was a lot of unspent, hypothetical grief for even her heart.