Why can't Willow be bait?

Welcome to suburbia. Please, let me go home. This ain't exactly me borrowing your tra… No weapon forged. How about a beer? And what will we talk about at a gatheri… It smells like Giles' cat. You have a lot of love for him, don't yo… Mind if I get something to drink? And could you complain later so that all… I think he's OK back there. Where are you going? Huh, yeah, where's an army when you need… He's already seen Willow. I have to stick with you.