Joshua stops at the mention of the woman's name, mild confusion flickering across his gaze. He vaguely recognizes it, but Spike's reaction is enough to jog his memory, though that doesn't help the confusion. He had never said Julia's name around Lucrezia, had he? He can't remember.

One hand reaches out to grab Spike's arm, grip unyielding as the horns have yet to fade. There is a thickness to the air then, almost, as if time is slowing, the oxygen becoming harder and harder for the lungs to find.

But then it clears, and he sighs, while looking pointedly to Lucrezia. At her; into her. "If you didn't meet her...you shouldn't say her name." This could seem to be in Spike's defense, but more-over, Julia is a power that Lucrezia doesn't understand, that Joshua understands almost better than Spike himself. Her memory is a tool he earned through his own actions, and while he usually loves to humor Lucrezia, some things will remain his territory.

His grip on Spike relaxes, then releases, and he walks into the mansion ahead of them. His voice echoes cheerily as the maid waiting by the door turns to follow after him. "Come on, we'll eat s'mores and light these out back."