"Oh, Tim,” Emma said. “I knew you’d be here, trying to rescue someone. I love that you’re a hero. You can be an even bigger hero if you tell about the ritual.” And he lost himself in her kiss.
“ I can’t.”
Angelus slapped Tim . Tim noticed the bonds that were now around his limbs. He assumed it was one of Emma’s little fetishes but then the pain started. Angelus asked for Spike’s lighter and burned Bayliss’ wrist, Emma murmuring consoling phrases all the while. He noted with some shame that arousal was starting to push past the pain and it brought tears to his eyes.
“No, no, I really can’t. I don’t know anything...we planned that specifically. Mr. Giles thought it would be safer.”
“People like you and me don’t care about being safe, Tim.” Emma said, with that glint in her eye. “Tell me.”
“I don’t know...I’m telling you.”
“Can you swear on Adena Watson’s life?” Emma asked as Tim heard the sickening pop of his own finger being dislocated.
”Yes,” he said, dully. “I swear. On Adena’s memory. Then the dizzying mixture of pleasure and pain as they kissed again. Maybe it could all be a dream, that thing with the clerk and the eleven cents...his trying to fend off Emma’s boyfriend, some kind of temporary insanity. Bayliss and Zoole, together again.
“That will be quite enough, Drusilla.”
"My turn...they didn’t have chainsaws when I tortured last.”
”Oh, Christ. Not the chainsaw line again. Ok, first time it was menacing, I’ll give you that. But repeating it’s just sad. Bloody derivative, mate.” Angelus gave his rival a look. "What? I was a poet once...I've learned a little something about language, right?" Tim, on looking into the demon face of the woman he'd been kissing, lost consciousness.