[ to piter, even saying such a thing is a massive gesture. he knows by now what that offer entails, but he is accustomed to far different promises of death. ]
I do. [ his voice maintains its ever-present edge, but the slightest warmth creeps into it unbidden— and piter is irritated with himself for it, even if spike doesn't notice. ] But you needn't offer— at the moment, I do not intended to accept.
[ there's the slightest, tiniest uncertainty, though. not enough to make him truly consider the offer, but enough that he still feels that he must account for the possibility. ]