This is comfortable, Joshua's weight on her lap. She leans back against the couch with one hand resting over his arm, a small smile on her face. If she senses any of the tension between the two men, she hardly seems to notice. She can even overlook all these strange names being dropped. Valentine. Ed. Common friends, perhaps?

"A dragon! Did you kill it like Sant Jordi did? Saint George? Then your story will surpass mine by far," She reaches for her cup of tea, now lukewarm from the wait, and takes a small sip before looking up at Spike again. "Tell us then. I can hardly wait."