"Impressive," Spike remarked, his grin broadening a bit at the sight of her failed attempt at making a single shot. Examining the table once more, Spike glanced away from it and watched as Buffy put on her act. Placing a hand to his chin, he tilted his head to the side and pretending to actually consider her words. "Hmm. Would I want to watch you walk onto a stage in front of a bunch of people that you don't know so you can humiliate yourself? All because of a silly little bet that you didn't think you'd lose?"
He shrugged, tipped the cue back, and fired away. Another ball in. "I'm thinking yes." He began to search for another opening. "Unless you find something better to reward me with." Another shot. "Won't be long now," he commented, stepping away from the table as he missed his third again. Spike was starting to see a pattern here.