Disclaimer: All fictional characters in this story belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.

Setting: post-DeadWar

"No! It is utterly inappropriate!" Giles' complexion was growing quite red--a dangerous sign for a human male of his age.

Illyria idly fingered her campaign button. "Winifred Burkle for Mayor." The deception remained mildly irritating, but she had become inured to it. "Alexander assures me that politics is a legitimate outlet for my ambition in the human world. Do you now believe I must remain apart from that world?"

"No, but--"

"The shell's name is my legal identity. Is that your concern?"

"No, Illyria. I consider that...unavoidable. But you may not appropriate Council funds to hire Karl Rove!"