Somehow after spending too much time at the mansion and living with a fake family, Spike just hasn't been getting the restful sleep that he's used to. Since it also seems that he isn't the type to learn from his lessons, he veers over to the fireplace on his way to the kitchen, only realizing who left it burning when he gets closer.

Well, whatever. Molotov might not be his favorite person, but he's obligated to acknowledge her from time to time. He barely glances at her outfit when he comes up behind her, leaning on the back of the sofa before she has a chance to chase him off.

"Did you have a fight?"