[ It's not that he hasn't experienced similar things. He has. Dru looked at him much like Diva did Miranda, like he was worth something. Worth saving, worth picking out of mediocrity but although Spike was ready and willing to do anything for her, no matter what it was, he always knew that she could and would dispose of him should she want to. That's what not having a soul means. Their burning, searing fire of a love affair kept his thoughts far away from the possibility of it ever actually happening, but he always knew that it could.
And in the end, she hurt him worse than any stake. ]
Tch. [ He snorts. ] I'll never cease to be amazed by the fact that any of you sorry sods manage to stay alive longer than a week.