Maybe it's a small gift or maybe the visit itself is a gift. She waits for him to catch up before walking on, going through hallways and doorways and a flight of stairs and another few turns before coming to a dimly lit hall. It is mostly empty but for a few mismatched couches pushed against the walls, and a grandfather clock that no longer works. The curtains are drawn, leaving thin rays of light painting stripes onto the floor.

Lucrezia moves toward one of the larger couches, which has a figure covered in blanket on closer look. She turns to Spike and places a finger against her lips so he would keep quiet as she approaches, barely containing her grin.

She has to hike up her skirt with both hands before hopping onto the couch with an ecstatic Rah! and a flurry of giggles, shifting to straddle him and careful not to actually kick him.