Booked. Was he serious? Didn't he remember the last time?. Ugh he was so damaged, really he was. Glory was NOT about to leave him to go about his business when he didn't even acknowledge her. She did what seemed appropriate and slapped him. With godly strength behind it, and Spike remembered well what that was like. Oh yes.
"I said. I want my key. And you. You're gonna help me send a message to the Slayer just like all those people I took. But since your brain energy is all dead and stuff we're just gonna have to do what we did before aren't we. Wouldn't you like that Spike? Don't you remember the fun we had? Now, I gotta tell you. My apartment isn't near as nice. But I did get chains and daggers and holy water and all sorts of fun toys just so you and me could recreate the magic. Doesn't that sound fun!"
It probably didn't to him. But whatever. His opinion meant nothing to her.
"Now come on" she said with a smirk, grabbing his arm and pulling him along the street, she had figured he'd fight back, and was ready for a scrap if it came to it. But Spike knew he couldn't beat her. Not ever. He just didn't have it in him. So this time, she'd take longer, use more of her Godly awesome skill and she'd break him. And he'd give up Dawnie. He'd tell her where she was. And even if he didn't she'd enjoy herself.
He'd been awful to her. He had called her ass lopsided one time. Oh he'd pay for that one.