The fact that he's like one wrong move away from getting his ass beat in an unsexy way does nothing to diminish his pleased grin. Now who's the cat who got to eat the mouse, Giles?!

Except obviously Giles is like, way too busy fighting off a month's worth of brainwashing to see how smug Sharky is. That's fine, he can tell him all about it later. (The retelling of this story is going to become extremely X-Rated, assuming Ossie backs up every one of Sharky's bold-faced lies.)

His hand remains on Giles' arm, but there's no real attempt to restrain him past that. Sharky knows two ways to solve a problem: you hit it with a hammer or you hit on it. In this tricky situation, he's gonna look to someone more capable for guidance.

"We can do that, can't we, Ossie?"