Yes, control. All the control. Lots and lots of control, even if there's some truth in Casey's observations. Buffy watches Casey go, feeling more self-conscious than she ever would've believed possible. Finally she looks at Spike again, feeling an odd urge to laugh at the sheer awkward of the situation. She doesn't though, pinching the bridge of her nose with rueful amusement instead.

"Thanks," she replies, dropping her hand and giving Spike a smile. "He's exaggerating about the poisoning." She starts preparing the cocktail as she talks. "So how'd you lose your coat? I thought it was surgically attached."