Oh God, he was getting a pity shoulder touch and that look, that one Nicolas gave him whenever he thought Spike was lost or scared. Fuck, he didn't want that. He swiftly shrugged Nicolas's hand off and put his cigarette back in his mouth. The worst thing about Buffy and, to a degree, Nicolas, was that they had this whole annoying attitude about slaying and they always spoke to him like he was in the wrong place and just sort of unable to cope with what they did. Fuck that. "Whatever, it's not that much. I mean if this is what you two do every night, it's not much." Yes, Spike had already leapt to the defensive but he didn't want Nicki talking to him like Buffy did or he'd never have a shot at proving himself, he'd just end up one of those pathetic cheerleaders like Xander or Cordelia. God no, he wasn't doing that. "Good for you and Buffy and all that but I don't give a stuff personally. Doesn't seem that difficult."