A/N: Please note that this story picks up after my story Crushing Expectations, please read that one first.

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The sun crept slowly across the floor of the room as Giles let his fingers glide through the golden curls of Joyce's hair, streaked with nearly imperceptible strands of gray. She was lying on her side facing him with the quilt pulled over her bare shoulder. It was a rare occurrence when she agreed to stay at his place, but since Dawn was staying with a friend and Buffy was very much an adult, the night before had been an exception.

Joyce stirred under his touch, eyes fluttering open to take him in. "Good morning," she murmured.

Giles smiled at the sound of her voice. Thanks to the hard work and dedication she had put in with a therapist, her speech was all but back to normal after the brain aneurysm that had nearly killed her almost six months prior. It was that horrendous incident that had frightened Giles into confessing his deep-seated feelings for her and they had been together in some capacity or spoken nearly every day since. Her voice, like her fighting spirit, was certainly not something he was ever likely to take for granted again.

"How did you sleep, sweetheart?" he asked.

Joyce hummed contentedly. "Great until about 3:00, when you started snoring."

"My apologies."

Joyce chuckled. "I swear it must be your pillow. I don't think I've ever heard you snore at my house."

"I imagine you just sleep more soundly in your own bed and don't notice," Giles countered, letting his fingers glide lovingly over her arm.

"I sleep more soundly when you're with me."

"I'm flattered you find my company so stimulating," he quipped.

Joyce slapped him playfully in the arm. "I meant that I feel comfortable with you there… in fact I—" she paused for a moment, fretting with her bottom lip.

"What is it?" he prompted.

Joyce gave him a timid smile and sighed. "I was wondering how you would feel about moving in with us."

Giles could feel his eyebrows climbing. "Have you talked to the girls about this?"

She rolled onto her back, but kept her face toward him, watching his expression carefully. "I thought I should ask you first before getting their hopes up."

He cleared his throat, giving a nod to concede the point. "I'm certainly not opposed to it, I simply think it would be important to talk to the girls about it before making a decision."

"But you're open to the possibility?"

Giles shifted closer, wrapping an arm around her rib cage as he did. "If you're sure it's what you want then, yes, of course I am," he murmured, bringing his hand to her jaw to draw her toward him for a kiss. His desire for her becoming more evident with each passing second. Joyce pulled him closer until their bodies were flush together, letting her hands skim over his back and shoulders.

The thought of having her like this every morning and every night was intoxicating. The truth was that he couldn't think of anything in the world he wanted more and yet the thought of how the girls would react and how it would change their established dynamic had the potential to put his stomach in knots— Or it would if he wasn't utterly distracted by the breathy little sounds Joyce was making as she hitched her right leg over his left hip.

It was most certainly going to be a good day, no band candy needed.

(*)

"Are you listening to a word I'm saying?" Giles asked as he watched Buffy walk her hands the length of the balance beam with her legs held straight, feet pointing to the ceiling. As she reached the end she released her legs, coming down to stand on the beam, then with a flip propelled herself down to land on the mat in front of him.

Buffy gave him a knowing smirk. "Totally, I'm just trying to make sense of it because it sounds like you're asking to be my daddy."

She made her way over to the sparring dummy before he could answer and began going through her usual training routine, with a bit more force than usual.

Giles removed his glasses, color rising in his cheeks. "I wouldn't have worded it in such a way… Are you sure you're alright with the idea of me moving in?"

Buffy threw a series of jabs at the dummy. "Aside from the obvious ick-factor which we will never speak of; if it makes you and Mom happy then it's kind of a no-brainer, right?" She hitched a shoulder, throwing several more punches and adding a few kicks. "So are you two hearing wedding bells too or just the sweet sounds of the moving van backing up to the door?"

He sighed, replacing his glasses as he leaned back against the balance beam. "We haven't exactly discussed the topic."

Buffy hopped from foot to foot like a boxer, shaking out a kink in her neck, and repositioning her hands for her next round of punches. "Honestly, I think Dawn and I have been kind of waiting for some big announcement ever since your first sleepover at our house. Mom would never let you stay over, or even think about asking you to move in if she wasn't totally serious about you. You do know that, right?"

Giles tilted his head back with a sigh. "Well of course I do. Although it is rather nice to hear," he added with a soft grin.

"So, I say go for it, you're practically our dad anyway," she grunted as she delivered a roundhouse kick to the dummy's head. "Besides, I'm not really going to be around much anyway when the new semester starts and I've been staying at Spike's a lot more anyway."

"I've noticed the two of you have been rather inseparable as of late."

"Yeah," Buffy paused her assault on the dummy and bit her lip in agitation, glancing back at Giles. "I kinda wanted to talk to you about that…" Her shoulders sagged as she walked over to grab her water bottle. A knot formed in the pit of her stomach the moment she stopped moving. This was getting ridiculous. "There's something going on… between me and Spike."

Giles raised an eyebrow as though she hadn't exactly given him earth-shattering news.

"No, I mean there's this thing that's— happening… to us," Buffy sighed sharply, taking a long sip of her water.

"Go on."

"It's like we're sort of being drawn together, like all magnet-y. It's been happening for a while— like months we think— but eh, we're not really sure because we spend so much time together anyway and we're good together, like totally amazing—" she stopped talking when she saw the exasperation on Giles' face, and took a deep breath in through her nose, stretching her arm across her chest. "The problem is when we're not together. The first day or so is fine. If I keep busy it's not so bad, but then— it's like withdrawal or something… I don't really know how to describe it."

"I'm assuming you're not referring to a simple case of lovesickness."

"No. And maybe that's why it took us so long to realize something was wrong— Like right now, talking to you, I'm fighting the urge to bolt. I'm sort of testing out how long I can go without having to see him and honestly, I can't take any more. When I'm not moving or seriously concentrating on something— it feels like I'm split in half."

"And how long have you been separated?"

"It's been three days, and I'm telling you right now, the longer I stand here the worse it's getting, it's all I can do to just be here and not go run to him…" she answered in a tone of forced calm.

Giles frowned at that, watching as Buffy started jogging in place to release some of the tension in her body. "Can you tell me how Spike is handling all this?"

"Not great. He wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea of this little experiment. He's probably going nuts right about now I imagine," she answered as she continued to jog in place.

"I'll have to do a bit of research on the subject but this sounds awfully familiar. If I'm right about this, then I think it's safe to say it's not an outside influence as you presume."

"What do you mean?"

"It's highly possible you've done it to yourselves," Giles replied, taking in Buffy's shocked expression.

(*)

Spike paced the floor in his crypt, his skin crawling with an odd tingling sensation that was screaming for Buffy's touch. This experiment of Buffy's was making him feel like flaying his own skin would be more preferable than being away from her a single moment longer and he sincerely hoped she'd come back soon.

Hopefully with some answers from Giles.

The separation was becoming unbearable, his t-shirt and jeans were beginning to feel like sandpaper on his skin as he continued to pace, glancing at the setting sun still peeking in through the high windows.

He sat down heavily on the couch he'd "rescued" from the curb before it could be hauled to the dump. The green upholstered monstrosity was situated perpendicular to his chair with a perfect view of the TV and the door, with a coffee table set in front of it. The couch looked like some little old lady had kept it covered in plastic for the past twenty years and was in better shape than most of the new additions he'd plundered to make his crypt more comfortable for the living. The new living room setup was easily the most noticeable update, although he had also found some discarded pots and pans as well as an old camp stove and sink and had even rigged up a crude plumbing system upstairs. A few upgrades had also been made in the lower level (namely in the "bathroom") that Buffy had found particularly necessary for her comfort. He had to admit that the changes had improved the look and feel of the place.

He adjusted himself, trying to get comfortable on the couch, bouncing his leg in agitation and casting his gaze to the door several times before ultimately deciding to abandon the effort it was taking to stay still and resume pacing.

He had just finished another lap around the upper floor when something caught his full attention. His head snapped to the door. In the past, he could almost always tell when Buffy was near but that had been purely in the way that predator and prey could identify each other. What he felt now was completely different.

A cool sensation slowly began to spread through his skin, soothing the nerve endings and providing relief. He inhaled deeply as he waited with bated breath for the door to open.

(*)

The moment Buffy entered the crypt, Spike propelled toward her, blue eyes blazing as he gripped his fingers into her hair and crashed his lips to hers in a desperate kiss.

Buffy answered in kind, relishing in the way he pushed her against the door as though he might screw her right there against the cold metal. She opened her mouth allowing him to deepen the kiss. Her breath hitched as a fire ignited within her core. Before she could register what she was doing she had already wrapped her legs around his waist, clinging to his hips. Her mind and body had been craving him with a visceral need and as much as she wanted him, she knew they needed to talk. "Spike, honey, easy I'm not going anywhere," Buffy gasped.

Spike pulled away, a hard-to-read look on his face. Whatever was happening to them, was taking a severe toll on him. He took a steadying breath, letting her down gently, and backed away down the steps, pulling her along to follow him. "Guess I got a bit carried away, pet," he murmured, settling into his chair with a relieved sigh.

"Sorry, I didn't get here sooner…" Buffy replied, slipping into his lap. "It was pretty gnarly, huh?"

"Understatement. You?"

She frowned, studying his face. "Yeah, definitely not great. I'm not really experiment girl."

"Did you talk to Giles?" Spike asked, letting his hand skim over her back, the simple act soothing both of them.

"Yeah… He has some theories," she answered, chewing the inside of her cheek. "One big one in particular."

"And?" he prompted.

Buffy narrowed her eyes slightly. "What do you know about claims?"

Spike blinked at her dumbly. "Like insurance?"

Buffy laughed, stiffness melting out of her shoulders. "Okay, well I guess the accident angle still holds water," she chuckled.

"What are you going on about?"

"Giles thinks it might be a claim, as in a vampire blood bonding thingy. I was, eh…" she trailed off hesitantly.

Spike's hand on her back stilled, frozen in place. "You were afraid I did it on purpose to trap you in a relationship or some rot—" his voice faltered and he huffed indignantly.

"Well— I didn't want to, but yeah, the thought sort of crossed my mind."

"How could you honestly think I'd do something like that?" he asked, voice hard.

Buffy pinned him with a deadly glare. "Right, because you've never taken drastic measures to get what you want."

"That's not—" Spike bristled. "To you, Buffy. I wouldn't do something like that to you," he amended lamely.

Buffy swallowed, shifting in his lap. "I think it might have happened the first time we had sex."

Spike tilted his head back to look up at her. "What? What do you mean?"

"So you really don't know anything about claims?"

He furrowed his brow, thinking. "Might've heard something about them at some point, but it's not like I've ever studied the subject. It's a bit like a marriage, yeah?"

"Big yeah, and when we— ya know— that first time…"

"Shagged? Boned? Screwed? Fucked? Got our rocks off?" He teased.

"Yeah… well you were pretty adamant about the mine and yours thing… and— stuff…" she replied awkwardly.

"But didn't you say this was a blood thing? We didn't— I mean I know I had a bit of a nip," he said thoughtfully, shifting her hair from her neck to reveal the marks his fangs had left. Angel and Dracula had both done significantly more damage to her skin and yet the pale indentations of his teeth were unmistakable if one were to look closely enough. He narrowed his gaze at the mark, frowning. "I don't understand though, if it's a two-way street then you would have had to have a bit of my blood too, and it's not like— that is you've never—" he stammered, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth. In a flash of clarity, the frenzied moments of their first sexual encounter flooded his mind and a thought hit him. "My lip. We got carried away with the hard snogging, bit like I did just now, and— Bloody hell… my lip was bleeding."

"Yeah…" she agreed, remembering the kiss and the incredible sex that had followed. "That's what I told Giles too."

"Oh, bloody hell," Spike repeated.

"Yup—"

"Fucking hell," he swore, throwing his head back against the chair.

"Okay, yeah that's getting old. What?" she countered with an annoyed scowl.

"Dru, she said it— she knew. I was just too sodding thick to realize what the bint was jabbering about. 'Tit-for-tat, silken bonds forged in honeyed words', that's what she said— I just thought she meant me and her…" he closed his eyes briefly, took a deep breath, and lifted his head to meet her gaze. "I swear I didn't know, Buffy, please say you believe me."

She bit the inside of her cheek, taking in the anguished look on his face. "Oddly enough, yeah, I do believe you, I just don't know how to process all this."

Spike slid his hand from her back up to cradle the nape of her neck. "What's to process? We've got a good thing going on here, don't we, pet?"

"The best," she smiled softly, relaxing into the feel of his hand. "But you realize— if he's right— we've practically been married for like seven months and didn't know it? Like what the hell do we do with that information now?"

"I can think of one thing I'd like to do with my wife," Spike smirked.

"Oh, that's weird."

"Don't like being called my wife?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Pretty sure the whole point of an engagement is to get used to the idea of marriage without causing exploding brain syndrome," Buffy quipped.

"So we're going a bit backward, what else is new?" Spike shrugged, completely unperturbed.

She rolled her eyes. "You just want to have sex."

"And you don't?"

Spike's fingers toyed lightly with the hair at the back of her head in a way that had her melting incrementally. "Doesn't any of this bother you at all?"

"Did when I thought you were going to stake me for something I didn't know anything about, now we know what it is, we'll know how to handle it. Just means we're stuck with each other, yeah? Don't sound like such a hardship to me."

Buffy narrowed her eyes at him. "You're enjoying this."

"I haven't begun to enjoy this, beautiful," he answered, pulling her into him and pressing his lips to hers. Buffy moaned into the kiss, readjusting herself to straddle his lap. "We still need to figure out what all this means. I for one sure as hell want to know if we're destined to be joined at the hip forever."

Spike gave her a lecherous smirk. "Not the worst little caveat we've ever run across. Rather like the idea of being joined at the hips actually," he purred, nipping at her neck as he rolled his hips upward with a hand on her lower back to hold her in place.

Buffy giggled. "No way, mister, I told Giles we'd meet him and Willow at the house so she can run some tests on us."

"Tests? You're putting me on. I don't fancy being Red's guinea pig."

"It's just to answer some of the bigger questions."

Spike leaned back, eyeing her as he ran his hands over her thighs. Now they were together, the torturous ache that had been wracking his body had disappeared completely, but it didn't mean he wanted her any less.

He took a deep breath in through his nose, grimacing as though it hurt before exhaling and giving her a nod. "Can see I'm not gonna win this round."

"Nope you're not," she grinned.

(*)

"Hello, Mum!" Spike exclaimed as he made a B-line for Joyce, pulling her into a hug the moment they walked into the Summers' house. "Beautiful as ever!"

Joyce giggled, catching her oldest daughter's eye as Spike released her. "Eh, Buffy, is there something I should know?"

"Are Giles and Willow here yet?" Buffy asked, sidestepping the question.

Joyce narrowed her eyes but didn't push. "They're in the kitchen."

Buffy nodded. "Thanks, Mom. Is Dawn still at Janice's house?"

"She should be there all weekend. Why, what's going on? Is this about the bond or claim thing Rupert was telling me about?" Joyce asked, a mischievous glint in her eye.

Buffy sighed. "Should have figured he'd tell you. Who knew you two would be so freakishly perfect together."

Spike raised his hand with a little wave. "Oh hello, favorite son-in-law here, I knew it."

Buffy and Joyce turned twin tight lipped smiles to him. Joyce's gaze flickered from him to Buffy. "He latched onto the son-in-law idea pretty fast."

"Like a lion on a zebra," Buffy answered.

"Just making the best of things is all," Spike shrugged.

"Don't you dare say anything about lemons and lemonade," Buffy countered, moving into the kitchen.

Spike followed her. "Wasn't about to, although, now you mention it. I never quite got that. Lemons ain't all bad. Can be nice in tea and there's sure as hell something to be said about 'em and scurvy," he smirked.

"What on earth are you talking about?" Giles asked, looking up from the book he and Willow had been examining.

"Never mind, what did the brainy-bunch figure out?" Spike asked, taking a seat on the kitchen counter. Buffy leaned with her back against him and he rested a hand on her hip. Joyce moved a little closer, taking a seat next to Willow.

"Not a lot besides what I've already discussed with Buffy. The symptoms you are each experiencing are quite textbook except for one thing," Giles answered looking concerned.

"Which is?" Buffy asked.

"You, Buffy."

All eyes turned to her but Buffy just blinked dumbly. "Huh?"

"There's no mention of a claim ever being performed on a living being in possession of a soul, and certainly not one as powerful as a Slayer. Earlier you told me that you felt as though you were being ripped in two when you were parted for too long," Giles reminded her.

Buffy nodded. "Yeah, my head and chest start to hurt and I have a really hard time focusing, like I'm trying to be in two places at once."

Spike rubbed his hands up and down her upper arms reassuringly.

"That was what made me think of it," Giles said, starting to hit his stride. "As you might imagine, there aren't many records of this sort of thing, however, I do have access to a few. One such record I found particularly fascinating was of a vampire couple active during the French Revolution. The female had been a gifted seer in life and the gift stayed with her when she had been turned—"

"Well sure, that sort of thing doesn't exactly go away. It was the same with Dru," Spike interrupted.

"Yes, of course, however in this instance, when the claim was performed it would seem that the gift was also shared with her mate," Giles explained.

Buffy shifted uncomfortably, there was something in the way he was tiptoeing around the subject that was putting her on edge. "What are you trying to say?"

"I think there is a very good possibility that the two of you may be sharing each other's— unique attributes. Both of you being supernaturally strong and in possession of advanced healing, already put you on fairly equal footing so it's no surprise you haven't noticed anything there yet. The most significant difference is Buffy's soul, which combined with Spike's notable lack of evil impulses, I suspect the two of you are now somehow sharing," Giles finished with an apologetic look from the couple to Joyce..

"Her soul?" Joyce asked in alarm.

"Hang on. What do you mean 'lack of evil impulses'?" Spike bristled.

Giles eyed him with amusement. "Precisely what I said. Are you denying the fact that you have been rather tame these last several months? I've got my own contacts within this town and I haven't received a single word of your involvement in underhanded deals or even the odd kitten poker game. Seems curious."

Spike's jaw fell and it took a moment for him to find his voice. "I eh, hadn't given it any thought… Slayer and I've been— that is— Oi! Wait a minute, are you saying you've been spying on me?"

Giles straightened his shoulders. "Good Lord, no, not in the slightest. I merely have a few contacts here and there who call me when things seem off. Lately what few calls I've received have ceased to include any signs of a certain bleached vampire is all I meant."

"Comforting thought," Spike muttered as Buffy rubbed her palm over his knee.

"It is actually," Joyce interjected matter of factly. "As much as I like you as a person, and love you like the son I never had, Spike, it's not easy to think about the things you are capable of."

"Was capable of. Haven't any desire to do anything that'd cause any of you grief, especially not Buffy," Spike answered.

Buffy twisted around to look at him. "Pretty sure that's where the weird comes in, hun."

"That's right, and cue your friendly neighborhood witch," Willow interjected with a smile. "I found a couple of spells that might give us some insightfully-ness."

"Bloody brilliant, time for the poke and prod is it?" Spike huffed.

Willow bit her bottom lip nervously, holding up a small ceramic bowl of herbs and a short knife. "Just a little one, I promise," she answered sweetly.

"Let's just get this over with so we can figure out what, if anything, we need to do about it," Buffy replied, pushing herself from her resting place between Spike's legs. Grabbing his hand, she pulled down from the countertop to stand next to her in front of Willow. "What do you need?"

"Just a few drops of blood from each of you," Willow reassured her. "Oh and Spike's lighter."

Spike handed over the lighter before shifting into game face with a sigh. He dragged the pad of his thumb over a razor sharp tooth letting a few drops of blood fall into the bowl of herbs.

Taking the knife from Willow, Buffy pricked her thumb following suit, and handed the knife back to her friend.

"I think we might need a little more space for this," she hesitated, gesturing them into the living room.

Willow set the bowl on the coffee table as Joyce and Giles took a seat together on the couch.

Willow directed Buffy to stand on the side of the living room closest to the fireplace while Spike took up a place next to the opening in the opposite wall.

Satisfied that everyone was in their places, Willow took up a piece of paper she had copied the spell onto before their arrival. She murmured the words under her breath and promptly rolled the paper into a tight tube which she lit using Spike's lighter and added the burning paper to the bowl of herbs and blood. The contents ignited as though it had contained flash paper, sending up a cloud of white smoke that suddenly surrounded Buffy and Spike in a misty bubble.

Spike watched in confusion as the mist around him turned a clear deep red. He held his hand in front of him examining the glowing red light enveloping his fingers. He seemed like he was going to say something until he caught sight of Buffy.

The mist surrounding Buffy had turned a brilliant golden color that faded to a bright orangey-pink at the edges. Tendrils of golden light trailed from Buffy to surround Spike, twinning around the red and wrapping him in bright golden threads from head to toe until he looked like a golden mummy saturated in her glow with his own red becoming brighter and more vibrant as the gold enveloped him.

Willow paced around them examining the threads wrapped around Spike particularly closely. "Wohh… very cool… Now, can you two take a few steps closer to each other? Nice and slow, I need to read this interaction carefully."

As Spike and Buffy gradually drew closer, the gold threads binding Spike became thicker, merging with the red and burning brighter. By the time they were within reach of each other their individual bubbles merged the gold surrounding them both with the other colors moving around the edges in iridescent ripples like oil on water.

Joyce nudged Giles in the side. "This is really beautiful to watch but is this what's supposed to happen?"

Giles who seemed to be momentarily hypnotized jolted slightly. "Oh huh, I'm not sure, really. Willow?"

Willow stood watching as though she were trying to read the churning colors. She tilted her head. "I'm not sure… Buffy? You guys feeling alright in there?"

Buffy nodded, her eyes wide with wonder as she watched the lightshow from within. Spike's gaze was locked on her, his eyes burning with longing. She had a sudden urge to reach for him, to pull him into a kiss. The moment she did the light grew brighter still, a rainbow of colors dancing around them as they kissed.

Willow blinked, bringing her hand to her mouth briefly before murmuring, "Done." Extinguishing the light and ending the spell.

Buffy and Spike broke the kiss, looking questioningly at Willow. "Well? What can you tell us?" Buffy asked.

"I wish Tara wasn't busy tonight, she loves aura magic," Willow lamented.

"Come on, Red, we bled for you and did your little lightshow. What'd it tell you?" Spike huffed.

"It's a claim alright, just in case you still had any doubts, and yes, I'd definitely say the soul sharing theory was spot on. But—"

"But?" Buffy prompted.

"I'm not sure if it's totally complete. The claim is there, the bond is super strong, obviously. All the ingredients are there but I'm thinking you need a little more bake time. After that you guys shouldn't have the ouchies when you're separated anymore. Oh that and you might even pick up some nifty stuff like being able to sense where the other one is and Spike might even be able to go into the sun and stuff… well that's just a theory, but it would be really neat, right?" Willow burbled.

"Ah humm, super neat, and how exactly do we do that?" Buffy asked.

"Simple, you have to live together. No more separate dwellings. I think that's what's been messing things up for you. That should fix it pretty quickly."

She cleared her throat. "So we have to live together… like 'so long as we both shall live' kind of together?"

Willow nodded. "Yeah, maybe even sort of forever-ish too depending on how the life force sharing part goes. That's going to have to be a mystery for another day though."

"Hooray, just what we need, a continuing mystery," Buffy grumbled.

"Well, it's not like there's a manual for this stuff," Willow answered. "The living together thing should start to give you guys some more answers over time though. It's a little bit like the idea behind the whole vamp-threshold thing— well sort of a reverse in a way—"

Four sets of eyes fell on her and Willow sighed with exasperation. "Let's just say it's weird and complicated but what it breaks down to is simple. As long as you both call the same dwelling home the claim can finally have a chance to solidify. Then you should both be totally fine. Maybe you'll eventually get some more answers, too."

"Sounds straightforward enough," Spike replied.

Buffy exchanged a glance with Spike and the two of them nodded in agreement. "Let's do this," Buffy replied.

"Absolutely," Spike agreed.

"By the power invested in me, and accidental ancient blood rites, I now pronounce you Vamp and Wife! Mazel tov!" Willow answered with a smile.

Buffy blinked at her friend then turned her head to look at her mother who looked equally as bewildered. Her insides were wriggling, her nerves jangling as though she were trapped in a bell tower at noon. She looked up at Spike, his calm almost jovial demeanor easing away some of her concerns. Willow's mock marriage pronouncements rang in her ears. It was one thing for Spike to joke about it but then to have their suspicions confirmed by the spell and to hear the words from Willow's mouth somehow made it all so much more real.

She swallowed tightly and nodded. "I guess it's a good thing you've been on the home improvement kick if I'm moving in."

"Oh, I think maybe we can arrange something better than that for the two of you. Wouldn't you agree, my dear?" Giles said, turning toward Joyce.

A smile spread across Joyce's face. "Absolutely."

"Well alright then," Spike grinned.