[Spike's lips draw into a thin line. He's not in the mood, Zee, sorry.] No, I don't. [Slowly, deliberately, he sweeps the hair off her shoulder, and leans in juuuust a bit.] I'll be seein' you.
[And then he's gone, like a really really gay memory. Off to steal scotch for your boyfriend okok. Because that's how he rolls.]
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[And then he's gone, like a really really gay memory. Off to steal scotch for your boyfriend okok. Because that's how he rolls.]