This also hasn't occurred to her.

"...Your world," says Buffy, "is very different from mine." Your obvious, let me state it to you. "I guess...well, in my world, vampires without souls eat people. Unless they have chips."

The kitten stops gnawing on her, and licks her finger; she blinks, startled, and looks down at him again. His head is fuzzy and pettable.