RILEY: What are you doing in here?
SPIKE: What, me? I was um … uh … what are *you* doing here?
RILEY: Looking for the girl who’s gonna rip your arms off when she finds out you were in her bedroom.
SPIKE: Oh yeah? Well … me too.
RILEY: Were you … were you just smelling her sweater?
SPIKE: (scoffs) No. Well, yeah, all right, I did. It’s a … predator thing, nothin’ wrong with it. Just … know your enemy’s scent, whet the appetite for a hunt. (He sniffs the sweater again) Ah, that’s the stuff! Slayer musk, it’s bitter and aggravating!
As Riley hustles Spike out, Spike grabs a piece of lacy pink underwear from a drawer.