reality_bends | Weren't they talking about a nap?

Continued from here.

Spike laughed and nodded, smiling up at Wesley. "I hear you. I wouldn't dream of arguing with you, pet."

"You will be soon," Spike assured him. "And then you'll be right there with me. Though from now on you'd better let me take the knives for you."

"It wasn't the knife that was the problem, it was the person holding it," Wesley said, refusing to let himself react badly to the memory.

Spike raised his eyebrow. "Knives don't kill people; evil demon wizards kill people?"