You must stop kicking people.

Mel stepped back, eyebrows both raising in amusement. She looked at the lurk, behind this blond lady's head, and smirked happily. There was a camel driver?? What? She almost laughed, but she managed not to.

And actually, Spike was smirking, too. But for different reasons. Jeannie was a sodding GENIE! She could turn this uppity, psychotic vampire slayer into a tadpole if she bloody well wanted. And Spike would not stop her.

Actually.
Hell.
He would.

Mel was trying to work out what exactly a tadpole was when Jeannie spun and looked at Spike.

"I did tell you that, yeah," he said. A finger pointed at Fray. "That. Is not my Slayer. Awright? I did not want a bloody beating. I wanted..." He sighed, exasperated. "Smallish, yeah? Bout to here?" Spike raised a hand to where Buffy came to on him. "Blonde. Bit less with the unintelligible. Answers to the name of Buffy."

Fray's eyes changed, entirely. "Buffy? Did you just... you said Buffy!"

Spike blinked over Jeannie's shoulder at her. "Yeah. And?"

"Buffy's... a legend."

She spun the scythe in her hand and watched him, carefully. "Why do you want to see Buffy?" she asked.

"And THAT," Fray said, pointing at Spike, "is a lurk."