Spike did his best not to express his disgust at their talk about Angel. Whatever respect that he held for his mentor had gone down the drain a long time ago. Starting with that bloody soul of his. If it wasn't Buffy's fault for forcing Spike into a situation that just begged for him to go crawling in search for that pathetic light, then it was Angel's. He was the one who had put the idea into his head in the first place. Angel was the one that had created the high expectations that Buffy carried when it came to romance. He nearly scowled at the thought as Drusilla approached him. He put on a smile and placed his arms around her shoulders. Face nudging against her own, he peered over at Darla and grinned.
"She was one of their best. Had a lot of power in her." His grin widened. "It was fun beating her down. You should have seen the look on her face when I did. So shocked. Like she was actually stupid enough to think that she'd walk away from it all." He pulled away from Dru and approached Veronica. Leaning down over her, he grabbed her by the face and hauled her close to him. Mouth inches away from her own, Spike calmly said, "But don't worry. The humiliation that you endured then has absolutely nothing on the pain that you're about to feel now." He shoved her back and rose to his full height. Turning away, he gestured at Veronica and tilted his head toward all of the fantastic looking instruments on the table. "Have at it, love. She's all yours."