BUFFY: Get out of my sight Spike. Now.

SPIKE: Oh... did I scare ya? You're the Slayer. Do something about it. Hit me. Come on. One good swing. You know you want to.

BUFFY: I mean it.

SPIKE: So do I. Give it to me good, Buffy. Do it!

BUFFY: Spike...

(Spike leans in to kiss her. She backs away in horror. Unclear whether she thinks he was going to bite her or kiss her.)

BUFFY: What the hell are you doing?

(He grabs Buffy by the arms, his words coming in a breathless pant.)

SPIKE: Come on. I can feel it, Slayer. You know you want to dance.

BUFFY: Say it's true. Say I do want to.

(She shoves him to the ground and looks down at him with disgust.)

BUFFY: It wouldn't be you, Spike. It would never be you.

(She tosses the wad of cash at him contemptuously.)

BUFFY: You're beneath me.