SPIKE: I don't understand. This sort of thing's never happened to me before.

WILLOW: Maybe you were nervous.

SPIKE: I felt all right when I started. Let's try again.

(he attacks her again, but breaks off before drawing blood)

SPIKE: Ow! Oh! Ow! Damn it!

WILLOW: Maybe you're trying too hard. Doesn't this happen to every vampire?

SPIKE: Not to me, it doesn't!

WILLOW: It's me, isn't it?

SPIKE: What are you talking about?

WILLOW: Well, you came looking for Buffy, then settled. I--I... You didn't want to bite me. I just happened to be around.

SPIKE: Piffle!

WILLOW: I know I'm not the kind of girl vamps like to sink their teeth into. It's always like, "ooh, you're like a sister to me," or, "oh, you're such a good friend."

SPIKE: Don't be ridiculous. I'd bite you in a heartbeat.

WILLOW: Really?

SPIKE: Thought about it.

WILLOW: When?

SPIKE: Remember last year, you had on that... Fuzzy pink number with the lilac underneath?

WILLOW: I never would have guessed. You played the blood-lust kinda cool.

SPIKE: Mmm. I hate being obvious. All fang-y and "rrrr!" Takes the mystery out.

WILLOW: But if you could...

SPIKE: If I could, yeah.

WILLOW: You know, this doesn't make you any less terrifying.

SPIKE: Don't patronize me.