Spike didn't let the impact of her words show. He was good at hiding things and the twinge of...of what? Regret? Anger? Annoyance. He decided to go with annoyance. The twinge of annoyance that followed her words didn't follow through to his eyes. If she was trying to hurt him emotionally, she was going to have to try a lot harder than that. "I didn't realize you had such a colorful level of interest in my comings and goings with the Slayer." Spike tugged at the hold on himself again, scowling. Bitch. Complete and total bitch. "She'll come," he told her, considering sticking a leg out to at least trip her over. Maybe that'd make her fall. He could try and make a run for it then. "She always does." No matter where he and Buffy stood, Spike knew that she wouldn't turn her back on him. He wished that she would, sort of, if only to keep her from coming along and getting herself killed. But Spike knew better than to believe that Buffy would leave his fate in the hands of Glory.
"Glory, Glory, Glory - when are you going to learn?" Spike grabbed her by the arm with a hand, decidedly sticking out a leg in sync with his words. "I don't give heart to hearts to ugly whores that pick me up on the streets. I save those for dinner with the family." Hopefully, if his timing was right, Glory would trip. Maybe she'd lose her grip on him. If she did, he'd run. There were a few local haunts nearby that he'd learned about over his stay in Lawrence. He'd hide if he had to. Hiding wasn't exactly below a guy like Spike. He did what was best for himself. Always had.