"Lucky for us," he stated flatly, rolling his eyes. Spike was trying very hard not to yank her into the nearest alley and start up into some sort of argument. But now wasn't the time or place and he had to keep that in mind as he hustled her off toward the looming building ahead of them. Taking her around the back, Spike dug up his set up keys and unlocked the door. Ushering her inside, he closed and locked the door behind them and led the way into the main area.
Moving to the bar, he forced her to sit on one of the stools before vanishing behind it and returning with a medical kit. "Right," he started, prying open a bottle of disinfectant, "now run your story by me again. Starting with why in the hell you thought it was all and merry for you to just skip off and take on our favorite hellgod whore alone."