They had a right to be tired, her more than anyone. Spike wasn't half of the life of the party compared to what he saw of Lucrezia. Not to mention that he's more draining to hang around than most men in curly blonde wigs. And yet she's still taking the time to help him understand.

It's rare anymore that he'll see past his own problems to consider someone else who is mourning the loss of... whatever Colette is to him. For all he knows, it's one way that the two of them relate.

He takes a breath and eases up his tone, relaxing some of the tension he's been carrying since the cabin.

"I guess everyone has a type."