"Ohhh, look at that pout," Spike said, grinning. "You think she's going to slay me. You're concerned! No worries, love. The Slayer is not going to hurt me. Not a lick. Not that she could take me."
He raised his chin defiantly, and then titled his head again. "She is a friend, pet. That's all. And I'm ..."
Please someone, tell him he did not have to tell Jeannie that he had a thing for Buffy Summers. Someone spare him. Oh please.