[One thing Spike did have to give him credit for is the reputation he had back where he was from, the list of crimes he'd committed, at his age? What he'd done in a short amount of time, what he'd survived, because he was a mortal, a TEEN mortal who'd committed more crimes and killed more people then your average adult human... that had to amount to something at least?
His sharp words stop him, throwing him off his track a second as it sinks in.]
You... don't? [Disbelief is riddled in his voice before he snaps out of it and tosses on some attitude.]
Then why do you treat me like one? [How could he not? A big bad like him... what he'd seen that day they fought, how badly he lost it. He'd been disappointed in himself that day. His pride took no small blow.]