Spike didn't get a chance to escape but instead was drawn into her like some sort of magnet. Even now he should just leave but he couldn't. Instead he moved over towards her and listened to her words, words which would probably spread poison through his veins but what would be the point leaving? After everything nothing really seemed to matter anymore.
"Shag you?" Spike rolled his eyes. "You've got to be kiddin'. Course I'd kill you." He said with a smirk and waived down the bartender for another drink. "What's the problem? Lover boy leave you for his one true love Buffy already?" Spike couldn't help but rub in what he thought had happened. He told her back then it would happen, that the only person that mattered to Angelus or Angel - whatever he'd be going by at the time, wasB Buffy. Soul or no soul it was always her and for her it was always him. Spike and Justice were just little pawns in their game. Two poor individuals who got caught up in their game.
"Seems your havin' yourself a good night tonight." Spike motioned over to her empty glasses. "Actually a bit surprised it didn't happen sooner. Could read it in your eyes last time that you were startin' to worry bout it yourself." Oh Spike was loving this alright. That's what he did, told people how he saw it and well if he didn't like the person why not try to make them feel miserable. It wasn't like he didn't already feel miserable and that's what they say isn't it? Misery loves company.