Well, thank goodness for that. Buffy is dimly aware that something very similar to this has happened to her before - the irresistible compulsion to keep blurting out her innermost feelings. But she's not talking right now, mercifully. Instead, she's returning Spike's kiss, her hand finding its way upwards to cup his face. She pulls back after a moment to make a breathless suggestion, punctuated by a couple of interruptions:

"Maybe we should just..." Kiss. "Fix the bathroom..." Kiss. "Some other..." Kiss. "Time?"