Backfire - Spander Files

“Not all the time. Just when you two go hunting. I’ve never gone into the factory.”
“Aren’t you worried he’ll kill me?”
“I suspect that when he kills you, he’ll do it because you asked him to.”
Xander stood up, knocking his chair over. “You think I’m going to ask Spike to kill
me?”
Angel sat patiently, sipping his hot chocolate. “I told you it would end badly.
You’re dealing with evilness, Xander. This isn’t a romantic musical comedy that
concludes with trumpets blaring and you two kissing as the curtains close. Evil is
evil. It doesn’t change.”
Xander righted his chair and took his seat again. “Unless you get a soul? Right? No
more evil?”
“I still have evil in me, Xander. That hasn’t changed. It’s the soul in me that’s
changed. And the soul is more powerful than the evil. Evil, by nature, is weakness.
Good is power.”
“Profound.”
“I try.”
Xander took his empty mug to the kitchen sink, filled it with water and left in the
basin. He leaned on the counter and turned back to Angel.
“So I’m supposed to keep Spike in tonight, huh? What have you got planned with
Buffy?”
“Just some private time for us. Can you stay at the factory all night?”
“Oh. ‘Private time.’ Subtle, man.”
“I’m not planning anything specific. Thought it was time we have a quiet romantic