[Spike probably felt that gulp if not heard it outright.
This isn't fair, Vicious thinks, lips pursing in a pout, doing his best to pretend that he's definitely not enjoying this view or the precarious positioning of the nymph's hands.]
Ah. Well. That sounds awful.
[He glances elsewhere, but with those featureless white eyes of his, it's likely hard to tell.]
...You're sure you didn't just order your toast, er. Well done?
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This isn't fair, Vicious thinks, lips pursing in a pout, doing his best to pretend that he's definitely not enjoying this view or the precarious positioning of the nymph's hands.]
Ah. Well. That sounds awful.
[He glances elsewhere, but with those featureless white eyes of his, it's likely hard to tell.]
...You're sure you didn't just order your toast, er. Well done?