"You're so famous," Eliot insists, trying with all his drunken earnestness to impart the full value of how awesome this is. "You're William the Bloody!"
He spares a glance at Johnny, who just doesn't get it, poor thing. His adolescence must have been so bereft.
Spike's question throws him a bit. "I don't know, Buffy was forever ago, I don't remember 90s TV ratings, gosh. It was like..." He makes a vague stabby motion to try and illustrate his thought process. "Like vampires were all dusty, not gory. Or, shit, is that not what you meant? Are you worried I've seen you naked?" He grins at Spike and raises the sauciest of eyebrows. "No, I'm pretty sure I would remember that."
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He spares a glance at Johnny, who just doesn't get it, poor thing. His adolescence must have been so bereft.
Spike's question throws him a bit. "I don't know, Buffy was forever ago, I don't remember 90s TV ratings, gosh. It was like..." He makes a vague stabby motion to try and illustrate his thought process. "Like vampires were all dusty, not gory. Or, shit, is that not what you meant? Are you worried I've seen you naked?" He grins at Spike and raises the sauciest of eyebrows. "No, I'm pretty sure I would remember that."