He swayed a little at the stomping, but Spike held his ground fairly well. Balance came with the few things that one obtained when they turned into a vampire. "You're going to punish me for smoking? What are you, my Mum?"
Spike tried to twist away from her iron grip, but he knew it was useless. A look of irritation flashed through his blue eyes as he looked up at her, but beyond that Spike didn't express any emotion. He was good at playing it cool, especially in situations like these. It was when the torturing started that he got a little itchy. Despite the fact that he knew that she was a lot stronger than he was, Spike tried to pull away from her as she started dragging him down the road. He still had his bag of blood in one arm, but he knew that if things didn't go the way that he liked then he really wouldn't be needing it for much longer.
"I don't think that's any of your business, bitch," Spike remarked. "Unless you're looking to get in on the action. And you probably won't do very well if you try. I enjoy my threesomes as much as the next fellow, but personally, I just think that having you in bed would be in bad taste. Not looking to get any STD's anytime soon, see?"