"Spike?" Harmony asks, schoolgirl coy and sweet.

"C'mere," Spike smiles, eats her up from under lust heavy eyelids. His eyes dazzle with desire. He pulls her close, purrs into her ear, "J'taime…"

She goes all gooey; she loves it when he speaks Italian. "Oh Spikey!"

He kisses her, hot and heavy. There's no one else in the world…

"Harm! C'mon! There's tunnelling to do!"

Harmony throws the brochure down. Maybe after they've finished in Stupid-dale he'll keep his promise and take her.