Anya rolled her eyes at him. “Oh, please. I faced down a horde of ravening Vikings intent on pillaging me; do you think a bit of smoke will make me lose bladder control?” Spike smothered a snigger of laughter. Despite her appalling taste in men, demon girl was about the funniest bird he’d met in all his years. *hee* you can't beat a good bit of Anya and Spike snarking *g*
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*hee* you can't beat a good bit of Anya and Spike snarking *g*