"Right about that, mate," Spike said. He smirked. He was not afraid of Jesse. He knew he should be, but he wasn't. He wasn't even afraid of Buffy. Spike thought a second... what was he afraid of, really?
He took a sip.
Death. In the worst way. Caring until it hurt. Pain.
That was really it. No single person, no single being scared him. Maybe that would be different, if he knew what The First was. But he didn't. Spike just knew he'd met a god--Glory--and while she'd beaten the unliving daylights out of him, he wasn't even afraid of her.
Just what she could do to Buffy and Dawn.
"I...bollocks."
He put the glass down and looked at Jesse, full in the face. "I'm bloody losin' it."