"Sounds about right," Spike said, rolling his eyes as he turned to Wesley. "You've got to remember, pet, we've been doing this for more than a century. The clothes change, but the insults stay the same."

Angel gave Spike a slightly strange look at the endearment, but he still nodded. "In his case the clothes haven't changed much."

"And then there's your hair," Spike said with a sigh.

"There's nothing wrong with my hair," Angel replied immediately.