Spike snorted. "Not dangerous? You must be going out of your mind with boredom, Slayer." It'd been almost a term of affection for her for years, not as much as pet or love, but in the same general category. He didn't know what to think. He loved Buffy's fight, her inner fire, but there was no denying she'd earned a breather and then some. "Do I even want to know what happened on Halloween if you say it was weird? That's supposed to be a traditional time-out, everyone knows that."
Spike ran a hand through his hair. "And this has already happened for you. Me coming back to bugger things up, with shiny new soul but added insanity for seasoning."