[He tilts his head, settling back into the couch and crossing his legs. Teasing him is all well and good, but poor Spike looks frustrated. For real.]

Really? Was that what you were trying to do?

[He chuckles, lifting a hand to inspect the blooms across Spike's arms. They're so soft, frail looking, enough to make him worried he could bruise them.]

They may not be roses, but they're lovely all the same.

What were you trying to grow them for? Trying to woo someone?