Spike tensed, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. He turned, scanning the dark alley for a possible threat but found nothing. A noise came from above him and he had enough time to glance up before he was on the ground. Strong hands grabbed the collar of his duster and hauled him up, flipping him around. Angel smiled at him, his dark eyes twinkling, his hair mused. Spike remembered how stiff each individual strand had felt as he had ran his hands through it earlier.

"Did you think I was gonna let you get away with that?"