Spike was standing by the wall on the far right. A cigarette was lit in one hand, while the other was occupied with a small knife that was stained with blood. He brought the cigarette to his mouth and inhaled before he even bothered paying Darla any mind. "That is a gift for Dru," Spike replied, smoke trickling from his mouth as he spoke. "A friend of Angel's as it were." He shot Darla a cocky sort of grin. "Nothing but the best for her, I say. But don't you worry. When Dru is good and finished, you can have a turn. Or we can all just play together." He eyed Veronica and smiled.
He was rather proud of his accomplishment. Bringing in one of Angel's stronger allies. Maybe he'd go after Cordelia next. Leaving her dead body in Angel's bed sounded like a nice little plan to him. With the way his conscience was, Spike wouldn't have been the least bit surprised if Angel started blaming himself for her death. Maybe he'd even consider being the one that murdered her in the first place. Spike smirked at the thought and shook his head. Those heroes. They were just too fun to play with.