"Slayer, I try and prove my worth to you, and I get locked out of your house?! I admit chaining you up was very very very stupid, but listen to me, I was just trying to prove how much I love you! I was offering to kill DRUSILLA! I spent a hundred and fifty years with that girl. So I get it now, killing aint the way to your heart, but forgive me for having the only romance in my long life be with a sado-masochist vampire, Kay?
Yeah, and so I don't have a soul. I can't physically hurt anyone, and I don't want to if it means you'll hate me! That's better then heaps of people with souls!
And you better understand I do love you, and I know what love is. I know your convinced that soulless beings cant love, because Angelus didn't love you. But let me tell you, that it bullshit! Heaps of demons love. Almost all. Hell, even Angelus loved you in his own freaky twisted way. I guess he just loved killing more.
But I don't love killing that much. I love you way more. And if you'll just give me a chance, I'll prove to you that I am capable of being good, and loving, and moonlight bloody strolls by the beach!
You better understand that I don't need a soul to be good, I just need your guidance.
And I've tried to kill you heaps of times, I got this invite to your house when I was still 100 home-brand evil. And you take it away because I feel for you?
And you know I'm right, you know I can love, and I love you, and you know I'd be loyal and caring and a fucking good boyfriend, because you've seen how devoted I get. I'm passionate, and I'd put you before everything else in my life, because you are my sun, and my soul, and my everything! So what do you have to say?"
She regarded him from her place by the stairs, no emotion showing on her face.
She stepped forward a bit, and furrowed her brow.
"I just don't like you, like that." She shrugged, and closed the door.