Kore: Information?

Kore: for information I'll dance even without a good dance tune.

Xander: How terribly generous of you.

Kore: Noblesse oblige.

Thought(Kore): God help me, I didn't expect this so soon!

Narration(Kore): I don't know what I expected. Unstoppable bone-crushing strength, I guess. But... Not this. His hand is warm. His skin is soft.

Narration(Kore): His smirk doesn't betray a hint of the butterflies in his stomach.

Narration(Kore): He's got terrible icy eyes when you notice them. Cold and utterly soulless. Yet...

Kore: You spiff up nicely when you try.

Kore: I shouldn't tell you that. Even think it. It would be so much easier to pretend you aren't attractive.

Xander: I've got to be twice your age. Even more. You know how fast I can hurt you. But I can't really, can I? How can you look at me like this?

Xander: I keep asking myself...is it just my own racing nerves making you? Have I really gone...so crazy over you?

Xander: And you didn't think I'd forget the music now, did you?