Drusilla. Her name was Drusilla. Biting his tongue, Spike looked away from the camera and scowled. He didn't look terribly pleased, but he knew that he'd later be able to blame it on the fact that he was camera shy. Harmony would believe it; the woman was daft enough to believe that he'd drop the Slayer for her, it seemed unlikely that she'd let something like his irritation get in the way of her twisted little fantasy. A fantasy that probably involved all of eternity stuck with her, a nice house, two point something or another vampire children, and a lot of pink ceramic unicorns. Spike's biggest nightmare, right there, without a doubt.
"It is a dream," Spike replied, eying the camera moodily. "A dream come true. She's forgiven me and I won't be letting that go to waste. Harmony is more than I could ever ask for and I'll be taking real good care of her from now on."
He still thought that killing her was the best option. There was nothing better than a good old stake to the heart - preferably not his own - to solve a problem as annoying as this one was.