Spike watched her for a moment. He'd been as flustered as she, but really, there was no reason to be.

Because this? Was utter bullshit.

"Don't know what you expected or didn't," he said, "an' it doesn't hardly matter." It was more gentle than the words suggested. "Look, they can say whatever they want about us bein' hitched. But it doesn't hold any more water than..." His mind went blank, having turned over and over this problem of Nysgod ritualistic matrimony. "Than... a thing. With holes in it."