[Willow lives for this reaction. She used to be so ashamed of herself, so meek and embarrassed of every little drop of talent. But she shouldn't be. She's powerful, a force to be reckoned with, and having that acknowledged is deeply satisfying.

She doesn't smirk, exactly, but there is an edge of a self-satisfied smile to her expression.] Don't worry, I promise to only use my powers for good, [she says lightly. She thinks it's the truth.] As long as you aren't hurting anyone, I don't mind helping out.

[She holds the clothes out for him to take.]