"Okay, lemme get this straight." Two shots and two beers in, and Whistler's speech started to slur. He was usually a heavyweight when it came to alcohol. The feeling was not a good one.

"You. Vampire." Should've figured that out, time was I could've done it by sight. "And not only did you save a girl from death by peanut, You're feeling bad about it. Because your girlfriend is connected to the Council. Sum it up?"

It was easy to infer 'threat to my continued existence to mean either, A) Slayer, or B) Council. While the Agent knew of at least one Slayer dating a Were, he had a harder time thinking a Slayer would sleep with the 'enemy'. Of which Daniel, by his story, didn't appear to be.

"So I'd say you did somethin' right. Couldn't have known about a nut allergy. Not like you've got a three-page questionnaire you gotta ask before feeding. Puts a positive check mark in my book."

Whistler finished the second beer, and ordered two more rounds.

"You share, I share. I'm a demon. And the woman I nearly ran over? A slayer. So watch your back."