Well, sure, [she agrees easily, barely stopping to acknowledge the point. It's pretty obvious to Willow that she likes him, however ill-advised that is.

But the rest of this is really concerning to her, and she bites at her lower lip briefly before continuing, eyes openly worried.] But I don't want you to be evil, [she complains.] That complicates liking you. I'm all for the not evil.

And it's-- it's so unfair to you.