“Now not, Slayer. Passions is on in fifteen–it’s Kay’s wedding to Miguel!”
Buffy growled as she hoisted the vampire by his leather lapels and shoved him into the nearest wall. “That thing has Giles, Spike. My Giles. And believe me, I wouldn’t be here if I had any other choice. My Watcher is not gonna die so you can catch up on your soaps.”
“Well, I can’t just pop over to Comcast and sign up for a bloody DVR, yeah? They-”
Buffy raised her crossbow.
“Right.” Spike grumbled, straightening his coat with a leer. “Let’s go save Mary Shopkins.”