[Spike's only interaction before this had been when Narciso chose him for Spring Court. Given the most basic of introductions, bought the court ability on credit... Spike hates this: knowing he's being manipulated. Charmed. Narciso's ability is striking him deep in what is left of his heart. What is left of William, bad poet and dreamer he had been.

It doesn't mean he isn't trying to fight back though. As much as he can.]

Yes...

[He can't stop himself from leaning ever so slightly into that touch at his cheek. But hazel eyes are spitting fury, and if Spike could, he'd be pulling out his game face any second now.]

But not like this. Not forced into it.

[He manages a cocky smirk.]

Do you really think so little of me, that you have to Charm me to get answers, your Highness?

[This is how Spike fights back. Attitude. Playing the game. Wasn't this why Narciso picked him?]