“Did you get it?”

“I did.”

“Did you …?”

“No, I set it free.  Outside.  It’s bad luck to kill them, you know?”

“It is?  I didn’t know.  Hold on.  Set it free?  How do you know it won’t come back?”

“I don’t know.  I doubt it will, but if it does, I will deal with it.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

“My hero.” 

“Yes, well … Buffy, you are the Slayer.  You face far worse things on a daily basis.  Surely you should -?”

“I should.  And I can, but – really, Giles.  Naked me.  Spider.  Bathroom?  Not exactly mixy things …”