FAITH (In Buffy's Body): Ooo!

SPIKE: Oh, *you*.

FAITH (In Buffy's Body): And you.

SPIKE: What?  Are you keeping tabs on me?  You're gonna give me a hard time now?

FAITH (In Buffy's Body): Um, do I usually give you a hard time?

SPIKE: Very funny.  Well, you don't have to worry about me drinking. (raises his beer bottle) Unless you're here to protect innocent beers.

FAITH (In Buffy's Body): You're a vampire.

SPIKE: Was.  And as soon as I get this chip out of my head, I'll be a vampire again. But until then, I'm just as helpless as a kitten up a tree.  So why don't you sod off?

FAITH (In Buffy's Body): Okay.

SPIKE: Oh, fine!  Throw it in my face! Spike's not a threat anymore, I'll turn my back!  He can't hurt me.

FAITH (In Buffy's Body): Spike? (recognition) Spike. William the Bloody with a chip in his head.  I kind of love this town.

SPIKE: You know why I really hate you, Summers?

FAITH (In Buffy's Body): 'Cause I'm a stuck-up tight-ass with no sense of fun?

SPIKE: Well-- (falters) . . . Yeah, that covers a lot of it.

FAITH (In Buffy's Body): 'Cause I could do anything I want, and instead I choose to pout and whine and feel the burden of Slayerness? I mean, I could be rich.  I could be famous.  I could have anything. Anyone. Even you, Spike. I could ride you at a gallop until your legs buckled and your eyes rolled up. I've got muscles you've never even dreamed of.  I could squeeze you until you pop like warm champagne and you'd beg me to hurt you just a little bit more.  And you know why I don't?

(Their lips very close, Spike doesn't say anything but seems *very* interested in the answer.)

FAITH (In Buffy's Body): Because it's wrong.

SPIKE: I get this chip out . . . you and me are gonna have a confrontation.

FAITH (In Buffy's Body): Count on it.
 

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