Pain flickered over her features. A deep-cutting hurt that betrayed how much she hated to hear her relationship painted so poorly by a jealous ex. Cavorting. That word had once hurt Jack; now it hurt her.

"This is a line you don't wanna cross," she warned -- teeth grit. A hollow crinkling noise filled the already-electric air of the kitchen. The Slayer had just crushed the Coke can in her bare hand.

"I will tell you anything, Spike. Anything you need or want to know about this place. Anything in my power. But I will not put my relationship under your magnifying glass."