That terrified him. The idea that she could drag some poor soul in here to try and manipulate him into doing the wrong thing. Sure, Spike was a rule breaker and generally didn't do things that people approved of, but he wasn't the same vampire that he had been for over a hundred years. He had his soul now and he still remembered the horror and tragedy that he'd forced into every person that he had killed for fun. Every. Last. One.
"I wouldn't break," Spike snarled, "and you wouldn't waste your time playing games with me when you know that it'll only be but so long before I manage to escape all over again."
He winced, smoke curling into his face as she poured the water down his chest.
"Keep on pushing. You're not getting anything from me and you know it."