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It's gone, Spike.

What is?

The essence. The thing. It.

Your hairgel.

My hair gel?

Is that what you're getting at here, pet? That's ... That's fine. I'll replace it. Not a big deal.

You can get it from my Angel. He has a lot.

His hair looks sooooo good.

okay

First, he uses the worst kind of hair gel, that's why it sticks up and makes him look like a member of N'sync.

Second, pet, no. He's not your angel!

You can go without. I will spring your curls. Boing.

Shh. Don't worry about that, pet.

I can't help it.

You need to stay away, love. He's dangerous and not in a fun way.

Isn't every danger fun?

Like the danger of going out without hairgel.

No.

Angel stakes our kind, no loyalty in that one. He'll do you in. That what would I do? I can't lose you, Dru. You know that.

Oh, he wouldn't stake me. I make him hurt to well. He likes to wallow and I am so good for that.

I still don't like it.

You shouldn't be put alone either. You know that. You're still not well.

I want to be strong again, Spike.

I am lonely in here.

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I got so sweaty today, my clothes are coming off the second I come home. I'm going to make you come so hard, babe, you'll see stars.

You what, mate?

Christ, you live with a bloke for a few days and suddenly it's all sex, sex, sex. Keep your sweaty kit on, some of us are trying to watch tv.

...you are not Anya.

No shit.

So. Tell me more about how sweaty and manly you are.

Yeeeeah, how about no? I'm not going to whet your appetite. Wouldn't want to give you a headache, bitey.

Oh yeah, I'm the desperate one. Clearly.

Getting a bloke all worked up, hot and heavy, then dropping him like that? Hurts, you know? I don't know if I'll ever recover.

I mean, one of us only has a plastic bag to satisfy him and it's not me.

You'll just have to live with the fact that this tasty morsel is taken.

That's what you think but what's to say I'm not jacking it on your couch right now. Only need imagination for that one.

Pity. How will I ever move on from your pasty, sweaty body??

Ugh, don't do that! I want my couch clean of your dirty vampire fantasies.

No idea, I'm special. Alas, it wasn't meant to be.

Too late. I'm going to make the most of this lumpy, soda stained leather mess and you can't stop me.

Yeah, tragic loss that. I'll have to comfort myself. All alone. On your couch. With my right hand.

I don't even want to know what gets you off. What do vampires fantasise about?

Are you really asking me that?

Cause it ain't the likes of you, if that's what you're wondering.