"The Council is not without resources, Ms. Summers." Travers spat a tooth onto the ground.
Buffy hauled Spike's arm around her shoulder and heaved him to his feet. "Yeah, well, he's my resource, not yours. Good thing he was here, huh? You'd be down a Slayer."
"If he hadn't intercepted that bullet, we'd have a new Slayer. One who doesn't give aid and comfort to the enemy."
Spike raised his bloody face and snarled.
"Down, boy. Let's get you home." To Travers, Buffy warned, "You try this again, I'll feed you to him. You can be the aid and comfort."