‘Stop touching that!’ Xander complained, grabbing the remote off the bleached vampire sprawled out across his bed.
‘Oi! Watching TV.’ Spike complained, reaching for it.
‘Get off my bed. You live in the chair…don’t make me regret untying you.’ Xander moaned.
‘You really get off on this, don’t you? Denying a vampire his only pleasures.’ Spike growled, shifting off the bed and to his feet.
‘Yeah…that turns me on.’ Xander replied sarcastically.