(Xander's basement. Xander looks ill, but he's trying to get dressed to go to work.)

ANYA: Xander, what are you doing? You're supposed to be digging. I went to watch you digging, and you weren't there doing it.

XANDER: I'm going now. Just...Kinda tough getting going today.

ANYA: Your head is moist. Oh! You're sick. Well, you can't go to work.

XANDER: Uh- Oh. Anya?

ANYA: You're pasty and wet and disgusting. They can dig without you.

XANDER: (Groaning.) Look-- I don't really feel that bad.

ANYA: I inflicted a lot of putrefying diseases on men when I was an avenging demon, and you look like you're getting all of them.

XANDER: Ok. I'll stay. But you should go. You could catch it.

ANYA: (Perkily.) We'll die together. It's romantic. Let me get your trousers off.

XANDER: You're a strange girlfriend.

ANYA: I'm a girlfriend?

XANDER: Uh...There's a chance I'm delirious.

ANYA: Ah, yes. Well, whatever it is that's making you sick, so far, I like it.

• Anya's Demon heritage
• Xander & Anya

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