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Maybe. And if it was, then it's been screwing with Spike big time.

The sun's coming up. I need to go and check on Dawn. We need to keep an eye on Spike.

How was your night?

Let's... get it on, you big bad boy.

She had blonde hair. A nice-looking girl. I was here talking with her.

We don't want him to know we suspect. If he tries to leave, don't confront him.

This thing - it had me for a while.

- Is it me? - Sorry, love. Don't think so.

and to have a chance to fight it, we need to learn everything we can about it.

Sure, as a friend. You were more fun when you didn't have a soul.

What's that? Some kind of status symbol for the undead? "My sire can beat up your sire."

- Oh, it's working. I've seen it. - Is it? Or is that what he wants you to think?

Did you... Are you following me?

You know I want you to.

And the one before that.

It's a risky proposition.

- Really? Are you sure that's what you want? - Find me proof that he didn't.