If there was anything that Spike refused to openly admit, it was that he liked Andrea. Even a little. Admitting that he liked the woman meant that she would be given leeway into other things. Like sneaking into his apartment, asking favors, hanging around when he didn't necessarily want for her to. She was a nice woman - albeit an annoying one - but Spike thought she did all right for herself. In that endearing, he was glad that he had met her (but not really, he swears) sort of way. She was good in bed. That was all he'd credit her for. Anything else? The world would have to rip from him, limb by limb, until the truth of it was finally spread out there for her to see. That truth being that Spike actually did quite like her. In fact, he had grown fond enough of her to even realize that he'd be sort of torn up about it if they got back home and she wouldn't be around to do stupid bullshit like this. Dropping in on him, dressed like a skanky superhero while he was trying to do his thing. "I'm not getting you shit," Spike retorted, "you'll be lucky to hear from me on Christmas, let alone get anything that I have to put time, money, and effort into. Don't get ahead of yourself, missy." Spike supposed that it was cute, her assuming that she was getting things from him. Though that did make him wonder if he was giving her the wrong impression. Did he come off as the gift giving and sharing type? Did she not realize that Spike was a genuine, real life, all year round Grinch? Christ. This woman.
Spike had been sure that he was in for a lecture about morals, money, and people being robbed of what was rightfully theirs, so one can only imagine as to how surprised he was when Andrea positioned herself in an amusing sort of stance and began challenging him. Spike stared at her in silent amusement, before he shook his head and smirked. "If I walk out now, I'll lose what I came for. If I fight you now, I'll waste what little precious time I have left and lose everything anyway. Sun's comin' up, Angel of Ridiculous Timing. I haven't got time to kick your ass." Spike ran a hand through his bleached hair, then casually stepped to the side and slid his hand into the glass case in front of him. As he began to pull the row of watches from the shelf, Spike peered across the room at Andrea and said, "You could always just leave. Pretend you didn't see a thing. Call it a...a public service. A call of good heart." Spike shrugged, then piled the watches into the bag. "I don't care what you call it. Just make it sound good for your fucked up hero morals or whatever and get out."