Only marginally so. [She scrubs both hands over her face. he's right. it could have been worse. If he were the Spike that she knew, she wouldn't even mind, but he's not and she does. She sighs and steps forward, putting a hand on his shoulder, sliding it up to the curve of his neck while her other hand goes to his hip with a familiarity that he probably finds unsettling.]
Might as well get it over with.
[So basically she's just going to kiss him, closing her eyes and trying to put behind her everything that has happened here. It's far easier than she wants to admit.]