[ There might be some bruises, particularly to his dignity. Not that Will had much of that to be wounded anymore.

He stood quietly as she spoke, eyebrows slowly lifting as she had a very unique pattern of speech. Meaning she kept speaking. It reminded him a little of Price and Zeller when they got on a tear but with her he just politely waited it out. ]

I get that impression. [ He said, voice still soft and gently modulated. ] And in this instance I'm simply going to be glad for it and thank you again.

[ He looked up, though the creature had long since flown out of sight. Err, perhaps if Buffy headed down towards the east she might fight the body and her ... ]

You said something about a stake? Like short, sharp, wooden thing, often used for holding up tomato plants?