Spike shrugged. "Me, probably. And that's okay, really. Let Angel sniff us out. Then he and the rest of the gang can worry about Darla, Dru, Willow, myself, and the fourty something odd vampires that I sired within the past few weeks. We'll see how easy it is to get to you then." Spike had recruited a few dozen idiots for himself and the others after he had his soul yanked from him. He usually just let them run wild, but if there was something that he wanted or needed, then they usually came back long enough for his problem to be taken care of. Spike was sure that Dru and Darla were making them do enough for them, so he didn't worry too much about keeping them busy. He'd make use of them when they were really needed.
"So," Spike started, "I'm thinking about how I'm going to torture you." He slowly stood from his chair and walked toward the right side of his room. There was a curtain there, which as soon as he pulled it back, revealed a wall of weaponry. He gestured toward a series of knives, then nodded off at a pair of particularly large scissors. "I could tear into your flesh. Make you bleed and scream. Or I could chop your fingers off. Maybe make a pretty little necklace. Which do you prefer?"