I'm not imagining VK shaking his bits about and clinking cymbols. Now I'm laughing and he's getting annoyed. Thank god I imagined VK and not Connor or he could have hip thrust over a stick of dynamite and blown me up, and I don't even want to know where he was keeping the dynamite.

There's a number of blokes in the Buffyverse that are secretly princesses. *strokes chin, rubs elbow*