Glory laughed, His bravado was adoreable if misplaced. She was gonna hurt him and he knew it, he remembered it, she knew that as she dragged him along. Of course he remembered it. Glory liked to think she left an impression on him. She was that kind of awesome. He really should be thanking him. But if he didn't shut up, she'd have to hit him again and that would just be sad.
"Oh I know. I know you won't tell me where she is. I know you're all loyal to the Slayer even though she ditched you for the guy with the jacket and looser car. I mean really, thats got to suck. Did she ever really love you at all. I mean, what if she doesn't come for you Spike. All you're fawning and heroics and she really might just still hate you. Spending time with me is better"
She had a place downtown, best place for this sort of thing, away from the power of the seal just in case Buffy did come for him. It was easier that way. "You and me, we'll have fun. We'll have a lot of fun and you'll tell me just how much it hurts that she's not yours anymore. And I'll laugh. Lots. While hurting you for the funny. And people say I'm not good company. Not my minions, they think I'm amazing. Like my Jinxy. He's here. Remember him?
It would have been perfectly pleasent conversation if she wasn't dragging him along in pain.