[He's going to have to behave himself very well, because she's not making it very easy to do. His cheeks are flushed not just with the embarrassment, but also the heat and a quick glance around shows him that many other men have decided to forego a shirt completely. He's not sure how his scars would look, so he keeps it on, but he finds that soon, his attention is removed from everyone else because Buffy is so very close to him.]

Thank you. It's not something I thought about very much, but I always did think I had a handsome face. You, if you need to hear it, are more beautiful than any woman I met back in the West.

[Easy to say when most of them were tired, covered in dirt, and not bartenders, but at least he's not really lying. Shifting his sweaty shirt off his chest a little, he looks down to the lack of distance, giving her an amused look.]

Are you going to teach me dancing now, too?