She was kidding. Oh, she had be bloody well kidding! That wasn't going to get her information, that was just going to piss him the fuck off! But maybe that was what she wanted. Spike was starting to think that this was about just more than Dawn and her role and all of this. Maybe the stupid bitch was looking to get him for what happened the last time they were in a situation like this.
Hey. She couldn't blame him for being that damned good. It wad a gift, after all.
The flame burned but Spike didn't flinch away from it. He stared at Glory right in the eyes, the corner of his mouth turning upward into that same mischievous smirk. He had burned to death in the Hellmouth and spent his time doing just as much down below. If she thought that charring him up was going to be the worst thing that she could do to him, she was terribly wrong.
"Do your worst, bitch," Spike sneered, a challenging look on his face.