"Too bad you don't reflect."
"You don't reflect either, Kitten."
Christina smirked. "But think of how much fun it would be to watch me shaving you in the mirror."
"Intensely," Spike drawled.
"Hmm, I wouldn't tease someone holding a razor to my neck."
"Point taken, Pet, but when was the last time you heard of a vampire killed by slit throat."
She shrugged. "Never."
"So if you slit my throat do you think I'd be a happy Daddy or an unhappy Daddy?"
She seemed to think on it for a bit.
"Tick tock, Kitten."
"Unhappy."
"Right then. So no more threatening Daddy with a straight razor, hmm?"
"No more making fun of your kitten?"
"But then what will I do for fun?"
"Ignore my children?"
"But I do that already. Although that Lukas seems quite attached."
She sighed. "Yes, breaking him has been fun. Think I'll give him to Grace. She's far too childish."
Spike's brow went up. "And since when did you not like childish?"
"Since I became a Sire and a mother. Besides, I'm only your childe, isn't that right Daddy?"
"Absolutely, Kitten." Spike's hand snaked up and back to touch the twin cats -- one of them his gift to her the night she came back to him -- resting tail to tail on a chain below her choker. "Absolutely."