[Buffy doesn't know if she believes him, he doesn't have a conscience much less a thought in his head that let him know anything bad was...well bad. She feels vunerable around him, like an egg cracked wide open and steadily heading for a sizzling middle of the pan.

She watches him, he seems sincere. He probably is sincere, but she still has to watch him. She still has to make sure.] I don't know why you did it or what was going through your mind at the time. All I know is that you did. Yeah, well, ... you've done worse in the past. Can't say I'm surprised that you're capable.

[His voice sends a small shock wave through her body. The softness, the tone, she craves a softer, more good Spike but it's not something she'll admit.]