"...might be best if you stay back unless there's no choice. And if I tell you anything, act on it first, ask questions later." Maybe he shouldn't have agreed to take Spike along, but sometimes there was this look in Spike's eyes, an expression on his face and suddenly it was virtually impossible to deny him anything.

Nicolas stopped to prop a foot up on a gravestone, pulling one pants leg up so he could tighten his boot laces. He was fully decked out of course, which in his case meant weapons - ranging from stakes to a crossbow he wore strapped over his shoulder - and various magic items, like a pocket filled with salt. It probably wouldn't be that exciting a night, but he was taking out Spike and he didn't want any unnecessary risks.

"If you want me to take you home, just say."