"...God, I really hate a cocksure man. They're loaded up with so many turn-offs you'd think the only things inside their thick skulls are drinking contests and the inability to put the toilet seat down."

Buffy took a step back, adjusted her chosen path, and tried once again to walk around him. For all the body language bravado, she was not prepared to lay a hand on the stranger. Not because of any moral code, but because she preferred her space to remain her own.