[It's an automatic reaction for him to scoff and he can't help himself from doing that. However, he can't quite bring himself to get the words out that would normally accompany them. He wants to. That demonic, vampire side of him that would bathe in her blood wants to hurt her, because that's what he does.

But he wasn't exactly a prime example of a vampire. He was a little broken. A little too prone to feeling things. He loved. He had. He might again. And that part of him that was maybe a little off remembered, barely, those feelings for her. Something that had wormed its way down into his gut and festered there, like a pulsing sore. The look on her face didn't help that. He'd seen her look that way over Angel, and there was some part of him that couldn't wrap his head around that look directed at him.]

Not going to happen while this chip is still in my bloody head. I can't even spar with it. Can't even nip someone who'll let me, and there are plenty of those types here. You want me happy? Bring that bloody doctor out here who put it in in the first place. Get him to do it right. That'd make me happy.