"So you don't have the ability to think clearly without cutting yourself wide open?" Spike tilted his head to the side, examining the woman rather curiously. "Say, you're not mentally retarded, are you?" There were all types here in the apartment building. Spike supposed it wouldn't be wise to rule anything out. Particularly not when there were crazy people standing before him, bellowing on about thinking and feeling and cutting themselves. Tugging at the collar of his jacket, Spike peered off across the rooftop curiously. He could have just walked away. But then Buffy probably wouldn't have appreciated him doing that, now would she? He'd get lectured. And glared at. Followed by another annoying lecture.
"They made you 'special?'" Spike arched a brow. "No, no. I'm beginning to see it quite clearly now. You really are very special." Which was quite the shame, since the bird was actually quite attractive.
Of course, it wouldn't have been the first time Spike had thought of screwing around with someone that was completely off their rocker, now would it? Ah, Drusilla.