Owner	Pose
Spike	He walks out of the bedroom in a pair of shorts. There are several patches of his skin that has been removed by something. Needless to say he's moving a little slow and those wounds probably should be covered again,"Hello pet." he comments softly.
Willow Rosenberg	Willow toddles back to Spike's "apartment", wondering just *what* could have hurt him. Mostly, she was checking up on Spike, and cover up her nosy with chocolate chip cookies. Win-win! "Hello? Anybody in there? Oh! You're here." She smiles. "I brought you these cookies."
Spike	He takes a slow seat on the couch and drags a bottle of bourbon to hand. He makes a few faces as he settles,"Cookies sound good." he tells you softly and drinks a little bit of the bourbon and indicates the couch next to him,"Have a seat, did Buffy tell you about the critters that tried to eat me?"
Willow Rosenberg	"You know, bourbon is not good for you." Not that she stops him. Willow thrusts the container of cookies upon him. "Are you alright?"
Spike	He takes the cookies and laughs softly,"I can't die pet. Cigarettes and bourbon don't hurt me the way it does you." He looks at the patches of skin and replies,"I am OK. I can't die from being flayed and having the pieces eaten either." He tries to make it light, but it really isn't.
Willow Rosenberg	"Oh. I never thought about that." Willow frowns. "So.. how are you injured?" Because now she is curious. She helps herself to a cookie, and three.
Spike	"Mostly I am just waiting for the skin they peeled off to grow back." he replies around two cookies at a time right now,"I'll probably be back together by the I time get up tomorrow night." Another pair of cookies and the bourbon is forgotten for the moment.
Willow Rosenberg	"Yuck. Your skin.. was peeled?" Willow leans in. "Can I see? Maybe I can help you?" Mostly, she was curious now. "Those are double chocolate chips. Dark and regular. You'll have to tell me if they're good."
Spike	He doesn't have to say it really, considering that he's killed almost all of them on his own,"Very good. I might have to talk you into making more." Stretching a leg out you can see a great deal of the skin is gone from it,"My body will put it back together quick enough."
Willow Rosenberg	"Ew, did you need help? I'm not good at healing. But I can try?" The cookies really weren't that bad! "What did it to you?"
Spike	"The cookies were great. Can you make some more tomorrow?" he asks hopefully. A shake of his head,"It is healing, but it takes time with drinking cow's blood instead of human blood." He smirks,"You want to find me some human blood? I will heal faster."
Willow Rosenberg	"Sure!" What she meant was the cookies. But Willow pauses, thoughtfully. "What would it involve? Maybe?" She sets the cookies down, and faces him.
Spike	A smirk touches his features and he tells you,"Cookies are enough. There is no good way to get the human blood without stealing it from the blood bank and I'm not in shape for that. I'll be fine tomorrow." There is a moment of consideration,"I don't know how to get it without killing my head beyond the blood bank."