"You're going to get me blood," Spike said, voice flat. "Really." How was she going to fix him up when he couldn't even convince the asshole at the butcher shop to give him any? And he had offered him a decent amount of money for it, too. Really, Spike should have just opted for the fangs. It would have been a lot easier than having to wander the city all night for something to drink. Hell, it'd be a lot better than having to rely on this woman for assistance. Spike didn't need help. He was a grown vampire with plenty of experience at taking care of himself.
Even if, really, the soul thing was new. But who cared! He was older! He could do this!
...maybe.
Suppressing a growl of frustration, Spike let her take the lead. Fine. Skanky would get him his blood. If she didn't manage it? Well. He'd have to bite her, obviously.
Or not. Buffy would kick his ass. The thought was still tempting enough, however. "Just one then?" The comment, in spite of his bad mood, came out with a smirk. Spike just could not help himself.