"Thank you," he chuckled softly. Her reaction was amusing, mostly because it was different. Even if they knew or expected something, often times there would be a certain level of shock, fear, or surprise. But then, it shouldn't be so easy to scare a vampire of her age.
"You totally get points for that," he nodded, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. He could understand that sort of urge, and what it could take to resist it in certain given situations. "See, you can make friends. Just don't turn on the rest of us of your own will, and it's not going to backfire." There was a slight hesitation before he went on to explain, "I say of your own will because, well, the seal does....strange things to people sometimes. Or sometimes...it's the people that come through the seal that cause it," he admitted, thinking back to what he'd been through when Maleficent was here. All evil and soulless again. He still hated himself for what had happened, even if no one else blamed him. Even Piffy hadn't blamed him in the end. Been a bit scared and avoid-y at first, yeah, but never blamed hin. He took care of the blame himself, he supposed.
"My dreams?" he repeated, shaking his head a bit as he flagged someone down for another round. "I dunno," he shrugged, "Nothing all that different than anyone else, I suppose." That was a ridiculous, evasive answer and he knew it. And he also knew it wouldn't be enough and he didn't know her really, but Spike had a feeling Rebekah was the type to push. Not that it was a bad thing, necessarily. "It sounds sort of cheesy to admit it out loud, but you know, I just want to love and be loved in return." He chuckled softly, partially amused, partially almost bitter. "Such a simple concept, isn't it? But it's never simple. It's always...oh, you're not evil enough for me anymore, guess I'll go shack up with a Chaos Demon. Or some...I love you, I hate you, I can't ever really love you, but I do love to hate you clusterfuck of confusion. Or...entirely out of my control at the whims of a bored magical seal." He shook his head with a scoff, "Why can't it ever just be simple?" The question wasn't one that begged to be answered, more rhetorical than anything.
"She told me she loved me as I burned to a crisp. She didn't mean it, but it was nice to hear anyway." he shrugged slightly. Anything he ever had with Buffy Summers was likely doomed in one way or another.
"Survived this long, may as well push on." He shrugged. He made it sound easy, but it was anything but easy. He hated that Epiphany was gone, hated every bloody second of it, and the fact that, if she ever returned, there was only a fifty percent chance she'd even remember him didn't exactly help him sleep at night, but he found ways to occupy his time to give him something else to focus on and think about. Like patrols. Or pretty blondes.