She eyed him, lifting her head ever so slightly. "Figures," she said, pushing past him as lightly as one aggressive Slayer could do so and made her way up the stairs, "vamps have more feathers than chickens."

She had to make a big deal out of something so small: Spike being a good guy? Not something she could ever quite get used to. Over her shoulder, the grinned, "Wanna open the door for me, too?"