She's using him. He knows that, but he doesn't care. It's been a rough year, and if he's what she needs, even if it's just for a while, he'll give her his all and then some, and do it gladly. That's the trouble with falling in love, Spike thought. Even when it's not returned, it's nevertheless there, a constant, aching pressure in his chest. So yeah, he'll be her bloody toy until she's done with him, until she comes to her senses and realizes she's been having sex with a soulless murderer. Because it sure as Hell beats being hated.