Spike grins at River -- nice name -- across the handset. "Doesn't strike me as the sort of bint you bring anywhere unless she wants to come, mate. But I'll try."
He flips the phone shut and drops it in his pocket and then, in a parody of the manners of his human days -- offers her his arm. "May I walk you home?"
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Date: 2007-09-09 05:00 am (UTC)He flips the phone shut and drops it in his pocket and then, in a parody of the manners of his human days -- offers her his arm. "May I walk you home?"