"Oh no, of course not." He gave her an almost sympathetic look. "You're a dirty little demon of a whore. We're nothing alike." It amused him, knowing that she thought that he seemed to have that kind of mindset. It was cute.
"You don't have a choice, bitch," he told her with a laugh. "It's your job. You're a vengeance demon. Me? I'm lookin' for a little vengeance."
That said, he leaned in closer to the circle, stopping when he was eye level with Anya. "I wish that Buffy Summers would turn into a villain. Just like me. Just like everyone else that she's so high up and against."