Spike almost outright laughed at the situation. Almost. Jesse had all the powers of God and yet had no bloody idea Spike couldn't come inside? Ha. That didn't say much for God, now did it?

Jesse's movements stopped, and the scent of him changed, just a little. It was almost like fear, but not quite. "There a nerve there?" he asked, both eyebrows raising.

I don't know ya very well, Spike. And I ain't seen ya do evil. But I can tell you from experienced that you'll be hard pressed to be better at bein' bad than the Joker. He's a whole new level of... well, everything.

Jesse started moving again, and Spike smirked. "I don't think you're wrong," he said. "Joker's a pack of crazy and bloody violence." He bit his lip again.

You and me, blondie, we're going to have some fun. Yes we are. You and me, nobody will ever expect that. And that is where the fun is.

"Even without a soul, I'm not scarier... no. No. I could be. I suppose that depends on who you ask. And how hungry..."

The second and most important? Whatever bug it is that you've got up your ass? You're going to have to get it removed. Then you come find me, Spike. And you and I? We'll have a hell of a time.

Spike hit his head back on the wall, and it thudded. He squeezed his eyes shut.

"'m startin' to think you're right about... things," Spike said. He let his head slide down the wall a little bit and stared at Jesse's back as he poured things into glasses and mixed things. "The immense bloody crack-up continues. Ringside seats are cheaper by the second."