"Somewhere where, exactly?" he said, a bit of a frown tugging at his features, thinking of that bit of hell they'd glimpsed at on the day that Buffy sacrificed herself. Thinking of the stories he'd heard about Fred's time in Pylea.

"Not that I'm not excited for you, love, and whatever spark of scientific genius was just unleashed, but in my experience, that sort of thing always ends messy."