Too much love. Too much love! Spike hunched over uncomfortably, looking gloomy. He forced a smile the second his session of hugs and kisses via Harmony ended and reached up to tug at the collar of his shirt. Fucking hell. Mad as they got, this one. The only satisfaction that he was getting out of all of this was knowing how easy it had been to get Harmony back where he wanted her to be. Or, by default, didn't want her to be, but had to have her so that he could help Buffy out.
"I missed you too," he started, voice sounding a bit off as he tried for a pleasant tone. It was difficult for him to manage. Repeatedly smashing his face into a frying pan would have been a more simple task for him to accomplish than to pretend being head over heels for someone like Harmony.
The camera swiveled toward him as Harmony started on and Spike suppressed the urge to lunge at the device. He wanted to toss it to the ground and stamp it to pieces. Instead, Spike opted for a blank expression. He stared the camera down. Spike really wasn't amused by this at all.
"Harmony was too much woman for me," he told the camera in a dull voice. "That's why I went skirt chasing after the Slayer. But I know better now. Harmony is going to make me into the kind of man she deserves. She's got the skill for it." He shrugged and looked away. He wanted to die. Again.