"I think I was brought here under false pretenses," Spike grumbled, unable to hide his grin completely. "And it all depends on what kind of excitement this vampire was looking for, doesn't it?"
"Doesn't sound very exciting to me," Spike said. "Better to go looking for a good club or something to kill. Besides, mythic quests never turn out well. The hero always gets stuck on an island for a dozen years and ends up bringing home some stupid fleece or something."
Wesley smiled slightly even though Spike couldn't see him. "Hm, so... he decided to forgo the quest in favor of a night of loud music, followed by several hours in bed with the sexual partner of his choice, and he lived happily ever after. The end."
"I think I'd like your story better," Spike said, opening his eyes just enough to be able to see Wesley. "Or you could tell me something true. A happy memory for you. Something that makes you smile."
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