Spike: That was the best night of my life, and I've had some sweet ones. What are you lookin' at? Buffy: You got off on it. Spike: Well, yeah. I suppose you're telling me you don't? Spike: But you can kill a hundred, a thousand, a thousand thousand, and the armies of hell besides, and all we need is for one of us, just one, sooner or later to have the thing we're all hoping for. Buffy: And that would be what? Spike: One... good... day. Spike: The first was all business, but the second, she had a touch of your style. She was cunning, resourceful... oh, did I mention hot? I could have danced all night with that one. Buffy: You think we're dancing? Spike: That's all we've ever done. Spike: Hey, watch it! Easy, you're bruising the leather! Look. I know for a bleeding fact the Slayer wouldn't mind me being here. Riley: Right. What's a little sweater-sniffing between sworn enemies. Spike: Your girl in the habit of buying her enemies drinks? 'Cause she spent the better part of last night with me, doing just that. Riley: 'Cause you guys are such tight pals. Spike: Yeah. Riley: That's good. Tell me another. Spike: Okay, how 'bout this one. Twice in recent memory, she's had the lover-wiccas do a deinvite on the house. Keep out specific vamps. Ever ask yourself why she's never taken my name off the guest list? Riley: Because you're harmless. Spike: Oh yeah, right. Takes one to know, I suppose. Least I still got the attitude. What do you got, a piercing glance? Face it, white bread. Buffy's got a type, and you're not it. She likes us dangerous, rough, occasionally bumpy in the forehead region. Not that she doesn't like you...but sorry Charlie, you're just not dark enough. Spike: Bloody pull me back in, you sod, I'm starting to sizzle! Riley: You don't know anything about Buffy, you never did. I'm the one who knows what she needs. Spike: Oh yeah? That's why you're with her at hospital right now, giving her what she needs. Buffy: What the hell are you doing in my house? Spike: Right, then... caught me. Your basement's full of junk, and me being in need of... junk... Buffy: You were stealing? Spike: Well, yeah. Can't exactly work the counter at Burger Barn, can I? Buffy: Wait-- are those pictures of me??

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