His music makes me sick. He doesn't know the first bloody thing about music. Me and you, we know music. Now don't be stupid, I'm on my way. Give me a little while.

Spike sighed and moved into the hallway, loudly banging on Angel's door to try and get his and Dru's attention, should they take a moment to catch their breath. "Oi, lovebirds, I gotta go out. Don't be worrying about me if I don't come back tomorrow, I'm not running away," last time he went out without telling Dru, she cried about it and Angel beat him up. He was in no way that dumb as to do it again.