"Oh, great, you again," Santana stated with derisiveness. It wasn't exactly that she didn't like the bleach blonde vampire she was stuck patrolling with tonight, it was more that he got on her nerves. She rolled her eyes as she brushed past him, heading out into the night before him.

"You're no picnic either, sweets," Spike stated as he followed her outside, silently wondering if this was Buffy's idea of a joke. To put him with the one Slayer with attitude enough to rival Faith.

"Whatever," Santana huffed out. "Just keep up tonight. I don't want to have to be doubling back to save your ass. I have things to do." A small smirk formed on her lips as she thought of her girlfriend, Brittany, waiting for her, back inside the building they had just left.

Spike chuckled. "What's left to do? You've already screwed the poor thing's brains out."

Santana stopped in her tracks. She spun on Spike, pulling the knife out of her belt. She knew it wasn't the biggest threat for a vampire, but they both knew she wouldn't truly hurt him, and after years in Lima heights, it was still her go to weapon. Spike had to admit that she was intimidating. "Don't you ever talk about Brittany like that. Or I will teach you respect. Lima Heights style." She put the knife away and stepped back, turning her back on Spike and moving forward again, after Spike said,"I'm shaking in my boots."

"Besides," she added,"Brittany's not dumb. She's just eccentric."