You have no idea how I sweated perspired buckets of dread there, fo a while! For one micro second, I though Spike was about to take the hooker up on an offer of a freebie in a fit of melancholy, and Spike would take her back to his place, and me and the Buffster would be all secret spy observey girls at the window of her room with a stain, and Buffy would see hooker gal and Spike and we'd end up tussling on her bed for Hoffy's amulet... blimey girl, you had me worried.

Instead, our darling Spikey boy was loyal to his Slayer and cooled his rising sap by dusting vamps and reminiscing with slime demons... enough to make a mans wrist go limp.

I'm gasping for more, and loving every moment. Really well done, pet. Really.