It was while Spike was sitting there in the wake of Buffy's departure, mulling over what to do with himself and being generally grumpy, that Dumage walked past the door and cast a glance inside.

Seeing the lone occupant, she backtracked, planting herself in the doorway. It was impossible to mistake the bleached blonde head poking up over the back of the couch, and she smiled a bit to herself.

Time for that sexy espionage she'd promised Francesca. She swayed inside, moving behind him and letting the clacking of her heels announce her entrance.