[It does, a flash in his eyes hard to see with the way his head is tilted and his hair hangs loosely forward. The glance doesn't miss the cross around her neck and like he'd thought, it stirs a few emotions that aren't entirely his own (void, pleasure, fire) but he's pleased to see it there. If she went to see Spike, he imagines she wore it. He saw it.
That's good enough for him.] You went to see him? [Do you like playing with fate so much, Lacus?]