DRUSILLA: (to dead bird) You sing the sweetest little song. Won't you sing for me, hmm? Don't you love me anymore?
SPIKE: Darling! I heard a funny thing just now. Lucius tells me that you went out on a hunt the other night.
DRUSILLA: My tummy was growly. And you were out. (to the bird) Come on. (whistles) I'll pout if you don't sing.
SPIKE: You, um, meet anyone? Anyone interesting? Like Angel?
SPIKE: Yeah. So... What might you guys have talked about, then? Old times? Childhood pranks? It's a little off, you two so friendly, him being the enemy and all that.
DRUSILLA: (to the bird) I'll give you a seed if you sing.
SPIKE: The bird's dead, Dru. You left it in a cage, and you didn't feed it, and now it's all dead, just like the last one. (Drusilla cowers and whines) Oh, I'm sorry baby. I'm a bad, rude man. I just don't like you goin' out, that's all. You are weak. Would you like a new bird? One that's not dead?
~~Lie to Me~~
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