"Hey, I'd wear tights," Spike piped up, shifting in his seat. "I'd wear anything so long as I looked good in it." He tipped his head to the side and smirked. "Which I do. Look good in everything, don't you know."
He noticed the book slipping away. Obviously, Spike didn't care. Good riddance, as far as he was concerned. They didn't need some stupid romance novel to keep them entertained anyway. "What would? The lives of the idiots running around here? The Power's That Be's bitches? That can be the title."