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Maybe. And if it was, then it's been screwing with Spike big time.

This thing - it had me for a while.

- Is it me? - Sorry, love. Don't think so.

And the one before that.

What's that? Some kind of status symbol for the undead? "My sire can beat up your sire."

The sun's coming up. I need to go and check on Dawn. We need to keep an eye on Spike.

We don't want him to know we suspect. If he tries to leave, don't confront him.

She had blonde hair. A nice-looking girl. I was here talking with her.

How was your night?

It's a risky proposition.

You know I want you to.

- Oh, it's working. I've seen it. - Is it? Or is that what he wants you to think?

and to have a chance to fight it, we need to learn everything we can about it.

Sure, as a friend. You were more fun when you didn't have a soul.

Let's... get it on, you big bad boy.

- Really? Are you sure that's what you want? - Find me proof that he didn't.

Did you... Are you following me?