Xander and Spike exchanged a look, and Xander could see Spike striking that one off his mental slate; they were in agreement, the almost telepathic agreement of lovers who would rather be sitting on the couch with feet up, snogging and watching Friends reruns; besides, there were plenty of other, equally lucrative, and much tinier demons that they could hunt to make this month's rent.
"You know, I think we'll just call it a night," he said, grabbing Spike's arm and dragging him away hastily, avoiding Willow's eye as he did, because one piercing glare would turn his will to jelly and keep him on the job until dawn.