"Dom? Not Modo?" Spike doesn't have any reservations about being amused by Modomnoc's objections. He smiles as the big bee circles around on Fausta's fur, then tips his head to look at Sunshine when she settles her head back at his shoulder. He's still keeping an eye out for something coming out of the woods at them, but when he'd been waiting alone nothing had felt the need to jump out at him. Even if there is something, it's less likely to show now that there's two of them and the odds aren't as good as they were.

"Maybe," Fausta offers when Sunshine turns to her, voice amused and playful, "the dreams are trying to get you two closer together. It does seem to be working, if they are."

Spike rolls his eyes at her. "Oh shut up. I doubt the rift has an interest in my love life."