"Might?" Spike scowled. "How kind of you. Thank you, for offering to maybe not try and off me with another bleeding shard of wood." He rolled his eyes and flopped back into his chair, reaching for his alcohol. Christ, he really was going to need it. He really should have gotten drunk before inviting her on in. Talking to the cameras, watching her squee over her stupid unicorns. At least he'd be amused rather than downright miserable.
"What are you going to do with them then, eh? Play with them?" Drusilla liked to play with her toys. Spike really didn't know how grown women functioned with bits and pieces like those. Toys. Even Buffy had her stupid little pig and bears back in Sunnydale. Stuffed animals. Beat the ponies.