"So, Goldie Locks, when is this demon supposed to arise?"
"I don't know. Soon." Buffy flipped her hair, idly considering butchering it.
Buffy narrowed her eyes at Spike. "Soon." Spike is trying to drive her insane; she knows it.
"Five minutes? Fifteen minutes?"
"I don't know. Tonight! At some point tonight!"
Spike raises his hands defensively. "All right, all right. Sheesh." A moment passes in silence and Buffy's eyes slide closed in relief.
"So, that's before midnight, right? Because after would be morning."
She groaned, "Why are you doing this?"
"To torture you," he sang with a smile.