[ Spike's always been perceptive. Maybe more than he should be, at times, and right now a surprisingly large part of him wishes that he didn't notice the way Buffy's reacting to all this. It bothers him, not that he'd ever admit to it.
They're enemies. Simple as that, no matter what the future might hold.]
Believe me, I'd take th' next Grayhound bus out of here if I could. Got better things to do than sit around with you lot in an inside-out fishbowl.
[ It feels off. All this macho bravado and then her, with her arms wrapped around herself like the most fragile little thing. It's not right and staying isn't going to make it right so after another beat he makes a start to leave. ]