Dawn: Geez! Lurk much?
Spike: I wasn't lurking. I was standing about. It's a whole different vibe.
Dawn: What is- Are you giving Buffy a birthday present? Oh my god. Weird. And chocolates? Lame. And the box is all bent, and, well, you know she'd never touch anything from you anyway.
Spike: Shouldn't you be tucked away in your beddy-bye? All warm and safe where nothing can eat you?
Dawn: Is that supposed to scare me?
Spike: Little tremble wouldn't hurt.
Dawn: Sorry, it's just ... come on. I'm badder than you.
Spike: Are not!
Dawn: Am too. You're standing in the bushes hugging a bent box of chocolates, and I'm-
Spike: What? Sneaking out to braid hair and watch Teletubbies with your mates?
Dawn: No. I'm breaking into the magic shop... to steal things.
Spike: Magic shop, eh? All number of beasties between here and there. Bet they'd really go for a little red riding hood like you. Bet that wouldn't sit too well with big sister.
Dawn: I can take care of myself... You wanna come steal some stuff?
Spike: Yeah, all right.

Spike: Oh, it's you. What are you doing here lurking about?
Dawn: I'm not lurking. I'm looking. What are you doing?
Spike: Nothing.
Dawn: So is that how you get around town in the daytime? I mean, does that lead into the sewers or something? Can you show me?
Spike: No. Why are you- Does Buffy know you're here?
Dawn: Yeah, right. 'Cause nothing would make her happier than to find out I'm hanging out after school in the vampire's lair. Especially yours.
Spike: Go home then.
Dawn: I don't feel like it right now.
Spike: Well, you can't bloody well stay here.
Dawn: Why not?
Spike: Because, I've got things to do. Bad, evil things! That are not for a child's eyes.
Dawn: I'm not a child. I'm not even human. Not originally.
Spike: Yeah, well, originally I was. I got over it. Doesn't seem to me it matters very much how you start out.
Dawn: That's smart. I get that. I like how you talk to me like I can understand things. Everyone else is being all... twitchy and secretive.
Spike: They're just trying to keep you safe, I expect.
Dawn: I feel safe with you.
Spike: Take that back!
Dawn: I, I mean, you have that whole... superpower thing, and... you're just as tough as Buffy is, maybe tougher.

Buffy: Why doesn't that register with you? Crypt plus vampire equals bad.
Dawn: 'Cause it was Spike!
Buffy: Hanging out with Spike is not cool, Dawn, okay? It is, it is dangerous, and... icky.
Dawn: I don't think Spike's icky.
Buffy: Yeah, well, think again, sister-- You have a crush on him.
Dawn: No I don't! It's just, he's got cool hair, and he wears cool leather coats and stuff. And he doesn't treat me like an alien.
Buffy: He's a killer, Dawn. You cannot have a crush on something that is... dead, and, and evil, and a vampire.
Dawn: Right, that's why you were never with Angel for three years.
Buffy: Angel's different. He has a soul.
Dawn: Spike has a chip. Same diff.
Buffy: I, I can't listen to this! Spike is a monster, okay? A-and plus, you are only fourteen years old.
Dawn: I like hanging out with him is all. And even if I did have a crush, he wouldn't notice in a million years. Not with you around.
Buffy: What does that mean?
Dawn: Spike's totally into you ... Oh, come on. You didn't notice? Buffy, Spike is completely in love with you.
Dawn: It's here. Just like he said.
Spike: Well, at least we know the old coot isn't completely daft. Look, you better let me snatch this egg thing on my own.
Dawn: No way. I'm going.
Spike: No, you are not. I've got no idea what's down there.
Dawn: You need me, Spike. Somebody's gotta get the egg while you distract the ghora. Now come on.
Spike: Well, what do you know. Bitty Buffy.

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