Pieces were being put together in his head. She knew who he was. He had fangirls. And fanboys. And not just the Andrew variety. Or starstruck vampires. Ordinary people fans. Sit at home and watch TV sorts of fans.

"Oh bloody hell." He stared at her. "I've a TV show, don't I? So what is it? Spike and Friends? How the Big Bad went and got a bloody soul?"