SPIKE: What? Are you keeping tabs on me? You're gonna give me a hard time now?
FAITH: Um, do I usually give you a hard time?
SPIKE: Very funny. Well, you don't have to worry about me drinking. Unless you're here to protect innocent beers.
FAITH: 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?
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: 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: (cheerfully) 'Cause I'm a stuck-up tight-ass with no sense of fun?
SPIKE: Well . . . Yeah, that covers a lot of it.
FAITH: '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: Because it's wrong.
SPIKE: (menacingly) I get this chip out . . . you and me are gonna have a confrontation.
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