Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

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.

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

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

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

Did you... Are you following me?

And the one before that.

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

This thing - it had me for a while.

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

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

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

How was your night?

It's a risky proposition.

You know I want you to.