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Not too proud to accept donations.

I'm just looking for a guy. Benny.

[Cants his head to the side, regarding Sam coolly.] Yeah? Could probably help you find him but I'm not exactly running a non-profit organisation here, mate.

What a sad sort of creature you've become.

[Spike lifts his chin, jaw set in stubborn defiance.] Bite me. [And shakes out the collar of his coat as though to brush her off.] Way I figure it, better to be a sad creature than a dead one. Properly dead, I mean. Nobody ever said there was any dignity in survival, after all.

[ don't you shrug off the matriarch of your bloodline, boy ]

Way I figure it, even dead creatures have some sort of pride. What's the matter, Spike? Forgot you had one?

Then you don't know him. Great. I'm not exactly desperate, here.

[Will glances over, shoulders rounded and face rapidly sinking into a frown.]

Am I missing a joke?

[Forgot? Pfft. More like he had it stolen from him. By the chip initially, sure, but what little he managed to claw back after the fact was well and truly lost to him with the regaining of his soul. Sucks to be him, right?] Well, you know what they say about pride and downfalls, pet. Pretty sure yours is still coming to you.

[Spike might be. A little.] Now, wait, just put the brakes on for a second. Never said that, did I? All I'm saying is that that kind of intel doesn't come free, is all.

According to my intel... you should be dead. All vamps, actually. [ Frowning openly. ] You need blood. I'll bleed, but I expect answers up-front.

Went stale a good long while ago if it is. Don't get me wrong, even I laughed the first time but I reckon it's about run its course by now. [Spike doesn't do well with people laughing at him, Will. Something about past traumas and some such. Probably wouldn't be the best idea.]

[Quirks an eyebrow.] I'll take that as a no-and-get-the-hell-out-of-my-space-Spike-you-worthless-wanker then, shall I?

[ when did it not. ]

Not if I can help it. Unlike some people, I have my ways.

[Spike openly balks at that, taking a quick half-step away.] Wait, what? No. No, you've got me all wrong, mate. I don't - Right, yeah, vampire, you get top marks for that one but I don't want blood. Human blood, anyway. Broke that habit years ago.

[Not only because Buffy would kick ten kinds of shit out of him if he even thought about it - seriously - but he has the added complication of having a soul now, weighing down on him and turning his stomach.] Listen, just set me up with some pig's blood or something and we'll say no more about it. That a deal?

If only people would donate for me . . .

Admittedly, the loss would be a bit more permanent in my case.

We better be talking the money variety or otherwise something in the animal selection. [Buffy folded her arms upon her chest and gave him with a pointed look.]

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