Delicate? Giles breaks into laughter at that, a wheezing, weary chuckle that echoes lightly around the room. "Yes, quite," he manages, thinking about the state of the Magic Box after his recent confrontation with Willow, about all the times they've seen the world crumbling around them and somehow managed to bring it all back together. His laughter fades, though a soft, wry smile lingers on his lips.

"As I said, people in my universe tend not to look too hard at anything that isn't 'normal.' It makes them easier targets, but it also means they don't ask many questions."

He pauses, completely sober once again, for a sip of now lukewarm tea. "It does make it easier when the evil comes to you," he muses, eyes distant.