He is so astonished at being picked up that he indeed winds up on the ground, winded. Then, he's simply still, trying to figure out what just happened.
Instinct dropped her down onto his torso, a knee planted firmly on either side of his torso. A hand flattened against his chest -- just in case. Buffy sat there, breath heaving for a moment until...
"Oh, jeez." She drew her hand back as if it had been burned. "I-I'm sorry. Are you alright?"
She hauled him up -- and with considerable strength; however, she'd been playing this game long enough to instinctively moderate her power to use only as much as was needed to deliver him expediently to his feet. It was just that other instincts had trumped her when it game to Gregor grabbing for her throat.
Buffy remained sheepish. "Must have eaten my spinach today."
"It means a lot of things. I suppose the somewhat sexist tendency toward chivalry is more inherent than it has to be, but in general, we don't hit women."
"I'd argue that plenty of folks back home are pretty Vor-y too, then. But I'm..."
Buffy shrugged. "I'm hard to hit to begin with. And so are plenty of folks around here. And it's not just that you can't tell whether someone's strong or not. It's also hard to know their allegiances. Their alignments. Here's not the sorta place you want to take anything at face value -- especially not the sorta things you can count on assuming back home."
A slight laugh. "It...wouldn't make a lot of sense. Um. My word as Vorbarra is, legally, the most binding contract I could make with you or anyone. I'll give it to you."
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"Oh, jeez." She drew her hand back as if it had been burned. "I-I'm sorry. Are you alright?"
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"Here."
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Buffy remained sheepish. "Must have eaten my spinach today."
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He keeps his tone neutral.
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She rubbed at the back of her neck with the same hand she just freed from his. "I'm totally anti-plastic-surgery..."
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Which was an invitation to explain it, of course.
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Buffy shrugged. "I'm hard to hit to begin with. And so are plenty of folks around here. And it's not just that you can't tell whether someone's strong or not. It's also hard to know their allegiances. Their alignments. Here's not the sorta place you want to take anything at face value -- especially not the sorta things you can count on assuming back home."
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It's natural. Or as natural as supernatural strength can get."
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"I think...I'll take that at face value, for now."
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