He wiped the blood from his nose with his hand; looked at it, remembering other times; licked it.
"Pig!"
"Vampire, it's what I do."
"Dawn's so going to kill you!... Right after I do!" Hands on her hips. His girl.
"Seein' anyone?"
"Are you?"
"Asked first."
"Not that it's any of your business, but no."
"Me either." He ran his hand through his hair, tilted his head.
"Who cares." Don't do the eyebrow thing, she thought. He ducked his chin; did the eyebrow thing.
"Missed you, pet." Shy smile.
"God, Spike."
"Buffy." That look, his look. For her. Her vampire.