SPIKE: You wanna slip away for a minute, luv?

BUFFY: What?

SPIKE: I'll let you blow out my candles.

BUFFY: Here. Now? I don't think so.

SPIKE: Oh, what, you worried about Richard? You don't wanna make your new boyfriend jealous, huh?

BUFFY:  Shut up. He's ... sweet.

SPIKE:  "Oh, shut up, he's sweet."

BUFFY: Maybe he's not the jealous one.

SPIKE: You think he'll take you out on his ten-speed, pet? (to himself) Maybe he'll let you ride in that little basket in the front.  Jealous my ass.

SPIKE: Ooh, Buffy. (Buffy rolling her eyes) Can I get you a soda pop? I think I'm in looove.

Spike walks up to her, smirking. He tries to take her hands but she pulls them away. But she is smiling too.

BUFFY: Stop it. Someone's gonna see.

SPIKE: Mm-hmm.

It's Tara, looking a bit taken aback.

SPIKE: I had ... a ... muscle cramp. Buffy was, uh, helping.

TARA:  A muscle cramp? In your ...  pants?

SPIKE: What, it's a thing.

TARA:  Right.

BUFFY: Hey, Mister Passive-Aggressive Guy. Seriously, you wanna take it down a notch or two in there?

SPIKE: What, poor dainty Richard can't take a joke?

BUFFY: We do not joke about eating people in this house!

SPIKE: What are you gonna do, beat me up again?

BUFFY: I should have thrown you out the second you got here. (Spike rolling his eyes) I was insane to ever think you could just hang out with my friends.

SPIKE: And *I* was insane to think... No, wait. You were right. *You're* insane

BUFFY: I think it's time for you to go.

SPIKE: Yeah, well, can't.  Daylight.

BUFFY: Okay. I'll go.

SPIKE: I'll get the door.

BUFFY: Fine!

SPIKE: Fine!

BUFFY: I'm actually trying to move right now.

SPIKE: (quieter) Me too.

BUFFY: Well ... this can't be good.

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