Giles wasn’t going to relent and let Cordelia tread upon things. Though in keeping his mouth shut he obviously did nothing to deny her observation and her offer for help, God help him. So he said the one thing he found most incongruous. “The—the Slayer of dating?”
“Uh-huh. I mean, do you see anyone else here with as much dating experience as I have?” she asked, raising her brow. The question itself was mostly rhetorical– Cordelia already knew its answer, of course. “Obviously not. Therefore, obviously I’m the most qualified to help you.”