"Why not? I could keep up. You sodding well watch me. Name a song, a good song, and I'll play it with my boys tonight. If you can match us, I'll admit you know music better but I doubt you could ever keep up," Yes, he was baiting him but he wanted to play with Nicolas. He had never been able to when he was younger, given that he had been hapless on the guitar and too shy to ever so much as sing but now he had that confidence, he knew what he wanted and he wanted to take it. Even if what he wanted was Nicolas.

With an amused snort, Spike shook his head. "Selling your soul to the devil? Cliché." Spike let his chair fall forward and pulled himself to his feet, knowing his set was starting soon and he didn't need a fist fight with Angel to ruin his potential duet. "I wouldn't worry too much about your soul. I'm sure someone has a piece of it somewhere." Spike almost raised his hand to touch his necklace but he managed to resist, a determined look on his face. "Maybe the tosser than owns that last little piece got a bit of the bargain too. Bet he can keep you."