Elisabeth grew more serious as Spike started to talk, setting the nearly empty drink aside to turn toward him and give the impression of intently listening. When he didn't offer more, she let out a dry laugh, shaking her head. "Oy, before we delve into who I left behind, you can't just offer me that bit and leave me hanging...unless, of course, it's too painful to discuss...but what happened?"
It was like starting a scary story and then making you wait until the next night to hear the ending. Maybe it was awful that she was comparing Spike's Buffy story with a campfire night horror, but there was this level of suspense and curiosity his story had brought.