Glory clapped her hands, a delighted squeal escaping her lips. She knew it, she knew she could get him, and she hadn't tried this the last time, he was close to snapping she knew it and who knew, maybe in the euphoria or guilt of killing him a human he'd tell her what she needed to know.
"You do though. You do and it cuts you all sorts of deep. Deeper than I ever could" she told him, running a nail along his skin a little furrow forming as she did.
"You want her, but you're being sooo good. Being a good housebroken little pet. But if you don't drain the girl, and really you'd be doing her a favour, have you seen her attempt at fashion, no one does the boots in jeans thing anymore."
She had lost her train of thought, also they really were some ugly ass boots and that in itself morally offended the Hell God.
"...Where was I? Oh...yeah. If you don't, she stays here, with me, my minions totally need some torture practice Spikey. How's about you just give up Dawnie just give her up and we can...no, you don't get to toy with them you bitch..."
Oh no. No no. Glory exhaled sharply, he hadn't gotten out, he'd tried with the sneaking and some of his words had escaped her lips, She forced the words back and glared at Spike. This was NOT the time.
"Where is my KEY" she asked furiously backhanding the vampire in annoyance