Buffy glanced around to make sure none of her friends were eavesdropping. Then, she hissed, “Spike, I told you to call me after I got into bed, not before...”

“Didn’t call you for phone sex, Slayer. As pleasant as that usually is for us.”

“Then what do you want?”

“Dear old gramps is doin’ something stupid real soon,” Spike grumbled. “He wants to take on the Senior Partners.”

“Why on earth would he do that?” Buffy asked.

“Seems to think he’ll be become a real boy if he does.”

“Who the hell does he think he is? Pinocchio? Stupid vampire.”