"Yeah, I've noticed that." She hadn't worked hard to hide her hatred. At least she didn't sound angry about it this time. He still was sure she meant it. She'd made that all too clear. He also felt a little relieved to be talking about her now, and not how evil and soulless he was. He didn't know how much more of that he could have taken.

Spike didn't hate her, though, and he felt a twinge of sympathy as he watched her try and remember. He was glad she'd actually told him, though he didn't feel any clearer on what had happened than before. He felt like he knew about as much as Buffy did, though. So that was something.

"Has it happened before?" He tilted his head, watching her carefully. "And you do realise that whatever I am, it's not a girl, right? Can't really argue the death part, but I do have male bits." Buffy just has bigger male bits.