Right then. She'd ignore him. Spike actually wasn't very offended by that at all. It was, after all, how she had very well treated him for years before he had gotten his soul. Back in the day, when he'd been all chip happy, he'd spent most of his time trying to make her notice him only to be sent straight into the background with a sore jaw from the lashing he got for the attempt. Real nice, those days were. He was hoping that they wouldn't have to revert back to all of that, but it seemed like he and Buffy were going to have to put on a bit of work. Least he was. Fucking brilliant.
Dying. She'd died. This was after that stupid hellbitch with the horribly lopsided ass had up and brought on Buffy's death. A bitter expression soured his neutral stance. If only for a moment. He'd have to keep a closer eye on her than he'd originally thought. Coming back from where she had been? The way that she been the first time around? It had not been easy. Buffy was going to need all the help she could get.
He shrugged a bit at Faith's comment, bitterness being replaced with a partially amused look. There was always a touch of exaggeration when it came to the tale of the soul having, but Spike really had endured quite a few horrible trials in order to get what he'd wanted. No one had ever said it was easy. "Chip is gone," Spike stated, tapping at the side of his head, "on your word, actually. And I do have a soul. Shinier than Angel's, you'll find." Probably not a good idea, bringing Angel up after the recent reveal. However, it was common knowledge that he and Captain Forehead (RIP?) weren't the bestest of best friends anyway. "But let's put that to the side for a bit, eh? We've got more important bits to discuss. Like getting you some rest." That was priority. Rest. Or coffee, like that Jacen fellow had suggested. He'd be skipping out on the drinks himself, naturally, but Spike would happily supervise if that was what Buffy wanted to do. If anything was for certain, it was that he was going nowhere anytime soon