"Laddie, don't tell me you've made another kill with a railroad spike."

"S'my signature."

Pinching Spike's jaw shut, Angelus explained, "A kill should be artistic, unique." Laughing, he shoved Spike to the floor. As Spike leaped back up, Drusilla stepped between him and the fading laughter.

"You should try to be more like Angelus."

"I'd walk into sunlight first."

"I didn't turn you to be his lackey."

"Why did you, then?"

"Because I could wrap you around my finger."

Snarling, Spike stepped away. She pulled him back with a playful tug. Drifting into her arms, he whispered, "Oh, my love."