Yes

Andrew knew deep down that he had to say something when Buffy took off her blouse. But right then he was too confused. He knew he should be enjoying it a lot more than he actually was but for some reason he couldn't explain, it seemed a bit tedious. Sure, Buffy was one of the prettiest girls he had ever met and he should be honored by the fact that she had been so willing to dance for him. But he kept getting the odd feeling that this was something more suitable for, say, Jonathan. Or Warren.

Anyway, Andrew had long reconciled himself to the fact that he would be never be as close to Buffy as, say, Xander or that Angel fellow. So he should be enjoying this. But somehow this didn't seem right. He did not know the reason why it didn't feel right or even why Buffy was acting this way but he sensed that whatever it was was not something he should be taking advantage of.

"What happened?" Andrew asked as Buffy dropped her skirt in front of him. "You get hypnotized by a vampire? Cursed by a demon? What?"

Buffy just smiled and started unhooking her bra. "Why not accuse me of being a victim of a spell cast by my fairy godmother?"

"I'm serious," said Andrew, ignoring the pale-white breasts that were being thrust in his direction.

"So am I," said Buffy as she stripped off her red panties. "I'll show you how serious."

And with that, Buffy sank to her knees and started pulling down the zipper on Andrew's jeans.

"Oh, no, I'm good," he said, shoving away her hands.

"What's the matter?" asked Buffy. "Are you gay?"

"What?" said Andrew.

"I think you are gay."

"Buffy, what makes you say that?"

"I told you before, my name's not Buffy. It's Anne. And I say you're gay."

"You keep saying that," said Andrew. "What do you mean?"

"What do I mea -- Oh my God. You don't really know."

"Know what?"

"Nothing," said Buffy. "It doesn't matter."

"What doesn't matter?"

"I can't explain," said Buffy. "I'm not myself tonight."

"You don't have to tell me twice," said Andrew.

"Anyway, just let me finish up my dance and I'll promise I won't do anything else weird tonight."

"Okay," said Andrew, still confused by what Buffy meant by that.

"How sentimental," said a feminine voice at his side.

Andrew turned to see a young pale-faced brunette in a white dress standing next to him and Buffy. "Who are you?" he asked.

The woman smiled and bared her fangs. "Your worst nightmare."

At least she's not saying I'm gay, thought Andrew with a sigh of relief.