"I KNEW IT!" she crowed. "I knew it was all some bullshit act trying to salvage his manly pride." There was a fist pump of victory, and maybe even a little victory dance right there on the couch.
And then she blushed, coughing and embarrassed. "Or, well. You know. Maybe something much less enthusiastic. Because I don't care how good Spike is or isn't in the sack. Except for the part where he's always bragging about how well he screwed Angel." Oops. "... um. Please don't repeat that, because I don't imagine that's supposed to be public knowledge, considering that Spike only told me that to piss me off, and Angel freaked when he found out I knew."