Spike looks moderately insulted. "Hey, I was doing brilliantly before you showed up. I can show you the high scores and everything." But, to be fair, she has a point. He had really sucked last game.

He turns a bit, leaning against the arm of the couch so he can face her. He's really not sure why she was so sneaky when he came in. She's a mystery, Buffy is. Their conversations are all civil enough. Even when she's being weirdly invasive and checking his head for a concussion, he likes her. But she definitely hasn't told him everything.

Not that there's any reason that she should have. She may be the closes thing to a friend he's made so far, but they still don't know each other that well. They haven't made it to the share everything sort of friend.

He smirks a bit, tucking his hands under his head. "Are you any better? Or are you afraid to find out?"