"'Cause that's all I ever think about, of course," he complained. "Getting laid. There's not a single solitary thought running round in my head 'cept 'shag Buffy.' You're not my friend, you're just a tool for levering off your sister's knickers and the only reason I don't particularly want to see you eaten is so I can murder you all in your beds the second I get this chip out. Have I covered everything? You got any more displaced bitchiness for me?"

Bwaa-ha-ha! Perfect Spike.

I like this one a lot; glad you let Buffy and Dawn deal with their grief. Nice twist on a favorite episode!