And then he had been the thing waiting around the corner. Because of Dru.
He leaned over and planted a kiss on her forehead. He didn't want her hurting... well, most of the hunters and the slayers. Certainly not Harry. And giving Dru deliniated rules of who she could and couldn't kill would only make her break them.
This, Spike thought, was proof there was a God. And that God was having quite a laugh at his expense.