"When the lady has a point..." he said, taking a sip from his glass.
Requests. Spike tilted his head, lips pursed, remembering the cards in the jukebox. His nose scrunched as he thought. It was nice, the girl being so nice to him. That was new. Not getting the third degree always made him that little bit more human.
Bad to the bone William the Bloody was fairly easy to warm up, and always had been. Very few people knew that, and very few vampires cared.
"Don't Stop Believing," Spike said. "Long as no one minds if I start singin' it. It's bloody infectious. Or Dream On. Always liked that one."