- Well, well, what do we have here? One of the Slayers little puppies. What do you say about becoming my pet? He asked the figure on the terrace.
- Spike! you leave him alone or I'll kill you, Buffy threatened.
- But look at him, with his dark hair and brown eyes, he just screams property of Spike.
- Oookay, whatever. Besides I thought you went for blonds.
- Nah, especially not when a darkhaired beauty like him comes along.
- You still can't have him.
- And why is that?
- Because I have first dibs on him.
This came from behind Spike who immediately turned around.
- Oh, you do, do you?
- Yes, he is mine and there isn't a thing you can do about it.
- Oh yeah? I'll fight you for him!
- Haha, you wouldn't stand a chans. Give it up Spike.
Walking over to the terrace Xander picked up his puppy and started to walk home