Spike pushed through the doors to Angel's office, huffing angrily. He walked over to Angel's desk and stood in front of it, huffing again to try to get the older vampire's attention.
Angel didn't look up, so Spike huffed again.
"Yes?" Angel said finally, still concentrating on the book he held.
"I'm sodding angry!" Spike snapped.
"I gathered," Angel replied, nodding. "What seems to be the problem?"
Spike huffed again, then began pacing across the carpeted floor.
"Ugh, this business with Hamilton, Peaches!" the blonde vampire fumed. "I'm angry that anyone would think that someone would do use this as leverage!"
Angel looked up at that statement, a crease forming between his eyes as he tried to understand that last statement.
"Wait, what?"
Spike turned to face his Sire and groaned. "Keep up! I'm angry!"
"And, evidently, not making sense," Angel replied. "You're angry that anyone would think that someone would do something. That's not right."
Spike stared at Angel for a long moment, then scowled, turning to leave.
"Sod you," he called over his shoulder.
Angel chuckled and returned his attention to the book.