He's left you in charge tonight, and you're pleased, although the shadows in the library seem darker when he's not there.
And that shadow there's moving...
"I've seen worse stand-ins."
Dark, knowing eyes, bright with mockery, and you've had too much of that, so you lunge forward, fist raised, and hit a body that gives, with a subtle surrender, and promises more than you asked for, more than you know what to do with -
Which explains why, after he's gone, smile a little broader, you hate Giles just a little more.
Let him do his own dirty work next time.
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