Spike waltzed in unannounced. Angel, barely visible from behind his desk, pushed the chair back and stood on it.
"Fred was right, you are adorable when you brood," Spike said, pinching a felt cheek.
"I. Am. Not. Adorable."
Spike knelt down by the chair. "Who's a cute little Muppet?"
As Angel launched himself forward, Spike jerked back in shock. "Angel, no," he started. Then, laughing, he pulled Angel off his jugular. "Stop it. That tickles."
Angel kicked at him. The cloth feet felt like tiny pillows.
"That all you got?" Spike asked.
Spike grinned. "This will be fun."