'Ok...' Buffy's eyes were clinched tight.<br/><br/>"Eric! shut up." She wanted to be nice to him so badly. But, this nightmare was starting to fully realize itself. She had to be mean, to both of them, but it was crucial that she at least<em>try</em>to get all of them on the same page. The list in her head was a long one, and all of her words were blending together:<br/><br/><em>'Secret sex. A lot of secret sex. Eric could lose his position, Kane could lose all respect for me upon first meeting me. - check- I'm the Slayer, Eric thinks I'm a little bitch who needs taken care of. -check- Kane doesn't know that Eric knew about vampire's before he met me. -check- I have a life now! Dead Los Angeles just doesn't fit into that. I'm supposed to lead the track team next season. I have to practice -double check- Eric needs to know that Kane is a watcher, who knows what the fuck he's thinking right now. -check-'</em><br/><br/>If only, Buffy needed to take English classes more seriously. The thoughts had all been produced so quickly that when she finally spoke, it was a mixture of chaos, destiny, and erotic energy. Her eyes opened and her whole body shifted to face Eric. "This is a watcher. He's like a secret non-government, non-sexy, vampire agent. and he's not here for you."<br/><br/>That was a failure... She closed her eyes again. Quickly turning to Kane, "This is my teacher. It's not what it looks like..." She licked her lips, trying to make the pause natural, and again failing miserably. She was left looking like a mute with an open mouth. It occurred to her that Kane likely never suspected their sexual history, and in two sentences, she had degraded herself into an idiot. The slayer hoped that he wouldn't catch it.<br/><br/>Still facing Kane, she looked down at the ground and put her hands on two imaginary tables by her hips. "This man is working as a college professor as a cover, just like us. He knew about Vampires well before I waltzed into his life... and he didn't know that I was the slayer until right ....now." Her head had drifted upwards as she ended her retarded period of communication. Her whole face was scrunched up into doubt. She expected Kane to see through all of her bullshit, and she didn't even know his name.