He smirked at her commentary on his style. Honestly, the woman wouldn't know good looking if it came up from behind her and kicked her square in the ass. Spike couldn't blame her for her terrible taste. After all, she had been attracted to Angel. If that wasn't distasteful then he honestly didn't know what was anymore. Disgusting prat, he was. Huge forehead, hair that looked like it was about to attack anything that came near it, shoulders that never wanted to do anything but slump over - why would she ever be attracted to that? Hell if he knew.
"You've given me this speech before, love," Spike responded, shrugging. "Practically word for word, really. You stopped after we shagged...well, a few times in. Couldn't get you to stuff up about it for a while, but eventually you came around. Started to admit to enjoying it. Didn't even need to interrogate you for a look that would answer the question for me." He sighed and held his hands up defensively. "But, right. If you want to play your silly little games with me, that's fine. I'll always be here. Whenever you're ready for that bit of fun with a fellow who does love you. Not because you're the Slayer and all of the fun bed perks that come with that one - and please, don't get me started on THAT subject or I'll never shut up - but because of the woman you are. On the inside." He tapped his chest with a hand.
Useless speech. He knew it would fall on deaf ears right now. But maybe it would dig just a little bit.
"I'll take care of Harm. Won't do her in unless you ask me to. Because I'm a team player, see? Can follow the rules and all."
He gripped at the bottle and smirked. Unappealing ass. Oh, she really was adorable.