"You fuckin' better," he answers as he follows Spike into the kitchen. "A dozen red roses? Shit. That's better'n most folks out there are gonna get tonight."

He grins, looking pleased with himself, and pretty goddamn amused. Apparently there's a bloody meteor shower or something of the sort and he figures if he wants to get real romantic, he can drag Spike up to the roof to watch it.

"So what?" he asks. "This shit gonna get me laid or what?"