"Okay. I can do that." Or, at least, he hopes that he can do that. Next time he'll probably be able to realize that he's just worried and not actually angry in enough time to stop himself from being an arse about it.

He's not entirely sure what being a boyfriend entails, at least to someone that doesn't kill people in their spare time, but he's assuming just more of what they've been doing up till now. He'll like that, he thinks, even with the inevitable fighting.

Spike's serious expression breaks into a smirk. "So did I get the fanciest ward because you like me the best?" He had noticed, even through his worry, that the work on his door looks almost ornate next to some of the others that she'd done.