[That's the thing, she does know better but she can't help rubbing salt in the wound.]

You know exactly what I mean by that, William the Bloody. Why don't you write a poem about it, huh?

[She's surprised by the softness of his voice. It's almost like he really does have a soul.]

You...you... [She swallows, tears pricking her eyes but she refuses to cry in front of him.] Before you got your soul...you attempted to hurt me. You tried raping me.

[She didn't want to tell him, incase it gave him ideas but she wanted him to be aware of why she preferred souled Spike. Why they got along so much better and why she fought tooth and nail to protect him and his precious buttercup self all the time.]