"If you die tomorrow, I'm going to say that you're stupid."
"What?" Xander sat up, dislodging Anya who had been sitting astride
him.
She rolled her eyes and repeated the words. "If you die tomorrow, I'm
going to say you're stupid."
"I know that's what you said, but we were having a... moment here."
"Yes, we were having sex on Buffy's kitchen floor."
"And so I was expecting something a little sweeter."
"That was sweet. It means that I'll be mad you're gone and I wanted us to
always be together."
"Stupid?"
"Exactly."
"You're stupid."
"I love you too, Xander."