"Sod off, me and the boss, we've got things to discuss." Spike pushed through the doors of Angel's office, and planted himself down on the couch.
Angel barely looked up. "What do you want?"
"Well," Spike said, sitting up. "That's hardly a way to speak to your favourite Grand Childe, now is it?"
The older vampire raised his head slightly.
"Alright, I need to lay low a bit. I take it you heard?"
"Gwen did mention it, yes."
Spike smiled wryly. "Thought she might. Also heard you've rehired Lindsey. And you'll be expecting Watcher Inferior any day now. Oh, and you've misplaced the rogue."
"The rogue?" Angel didn't even bother hazarding a guess, what with Spike's penchant for nicknaming everyone.
"Faith," Spike clarified. "Heard she left here in a hurry."
"How did you find that out?"
"Eh, good news travels fast. What happened, you bore her so much she could no longer stand the sight of you? Because, man, that has been a long time coming."
Angel shook his head. "I'd rather not get into it... Spike, how long are you planning to stay?"
"Peaches, with that attitude, you know I'm going to have to stick around for awhile now, don't ya?"