Spike shrugged, face not showing even a trace of a care. "I'm a little funny," he said.
His eyebrows drew together. Fun? Graveyard fun? He didn't take this kid for the type to lay about a graveyard with a girl, or to spray paint headstones. That left the type of people Buffy'd know about, or the type of people that, if Spike put his mind to it, *he* might know a thing or two about.
He found himself hoping this was more Buffy's type of bloke, trying to save the day, than the kind Spike truly thought him to be.
He smiled a mildly predatory smile. "Better than England," the vampire said. He gave the boy a nod and started back for his crypt.