[It's a sound that demands pause, that demands hesitation and a smile in response, that Spike will likely only give too much thought too long after the moment's paused, but Spike hears it. A laugh, out of Therion. How rare and precious.
With his cheek successfully smeared even if it's been wiped, Spike gives Therion a playful shove finally and ruffles his hair, letting him free.]
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With his cheek successfully smeared even if it's been wiped, Spike gives Therion a playful shove finally and ruffles his hair, letting him free.]
Yeah, we'll see if you try that again.
[but his threat is empty, his voice warm.]