"C'mon, Peaches, isn't a proper date if you don't tell me about yourself."
"This has been going on long enough, Spike."
The blond vampire kicked back his seat and swung his feet up onto the table, waving the waiter away. "Nah," he said, grinning lazily at one of the wall hangings. "It's gone on long enough when I say it has."
Across the table Angel glowered at him. "You don't even like me, Spike. Why go to all this trouble?"
"D'you think I wouldn't miss your protruding forehead on a day like today?" Amused blue eyes glanced at him. "It's Valentine's day, you wanker. Only the saddest of the sad don't have dates. I thought I'd be nice and save you the embarrassment."
"Couldn't find anyone else who would go with you?" Angel's expression said everything.
"Why find some dumb tart to eat, when I can have a great night harassing you?" the blond inquired, eyes dancing. "C'mon, you great poofter. Tell me that this hasn't been fun!"
"Dinner and a movie, in your inimitable style. I should be thrilled," Angel muttered.
Bringing his feet back down to the floor with a crash, Spike grinned. There wasn't a word of protest from the other diners. "I like to think so," he said. "So, you get to pick the film. How about it?"
"Will you tell me?"
"Only if you behave, Peaches. If you value your girl that much, I think you should be able to suffer one teensy-weensy little date with yours truly."
"Spike," Angel leaned across the table. "If you even try something like this again, I'll break both your legs and chain you to a post on the beach as the sun rises. And I'll watch from the shade. With popcorn."
Spike frowned. "Well, you just had to go and ruin the mood, didn't you?" he grumbled.
"So you'll tell me and this'll all be over?"
Blue eyes narrowed slightly. "After you just lovingly told me you care enough to watch me burn? I don't think so," His smile returned, more wicked than ever. "So, Peaches, which film is it? Or shall I just eat the rest of the staff here?"
Angel sighed. "Fine. I'll go and see Underworld with you."