I-- [ he winces a little, wondering just how to word it. ] Yes, because otherwise she's going to hound me relentlessly, and she can be amazingly shrill when she tries. But also... [ he winces again, sneaking a look at Buffy. ] She's gonna give me hell when I tell her I came down here and spent the night with-- around you.

[ he gives a little self-deprecating shrug, a smile tugging at his lips to show he's making fun of himself: ] But not Friday or Saturday nights. Those are reserved for sitting in the dark and staring into the distance. I can't have people thinking I'm fun, or something.

The last party I went to... [ he frowns a little. ] Was actually... a bachelor party for Doyle's ex-wife. Which turned out her fiancee wanted to eat Doyle's brain, as part of a ritualistic sacrifice for a strong marriage, or... it was weird. People wonder why I prefer to stay at home.

[ he's sadly not surprised at her own specific party story, but shakes his head. ] Why does stuff keep happening to you on Halloween? I mean, even the whole costume thing wasn't Spike, he was just--along for the chaos ride. But Halloween's supposed to be quiet! [ he's oddly worked up about it and offended--or rather, Angelus is offended, and for once Angel agrees with his literal inner demon.

he can't even muster up the energy to look surprised when she mentions her first roommate, and being taken back to her own dimension. ] Demon? [ he asks casually. on the one hand, they're talking shop, but on the other hand, they're catching up on each other's lives, and 'shop-talk' isn't really something either of them can leave at the office when they clock out for the night. ]