Fortunately, it wasn't a long walk to the cabin, so the whole escorting thing was easier for Spike to keep from focusing on. He didn't have a choice anyway. It came up every now and then; times when he has the urge to alleviate someone's suffering. By driving a scantily-clad woman to a possibly evil mansion... but at least it was away from the crowd.

He'd considered stashing the car somewhere else after the theft, but so far he hadn't gotten around to it. (Or had any particularly bright ideas of an alternative, but that was besides the point.) It was probably low on gas by now, but if Lucrezia was insisting on going to the mansion, he wasn't about to walk there. More out of consideration for the stares Lucrezia would get than anything -- which had, unfortunately, included Spike; who had to keep acting like he was checking the route to keep himself distracted from something that seemed wrong on a moral level that he never thought he'd been aware of. It was an entirely different feeling when he saw Molotov wearing it than it was seeing the daughter of a pope in something that put Faye's hot pants to shame.

No, it was better for everyone if he didn't think about what Lucrezia was wearing. As they finally approached their destination, he reminded himself to stick to the plan. Sneak around, grab the car, and get this night over with.