“If that’s the case, then I guess he qualifies.” Given that at least half the mansion and all of New Orleans might burst into laughter at anyone suggesting Klaus might come anywhere close to qualifying for sainthood, Cami’s very aware that Spike’s exception is the only way the term “angel” could possibly apply to the hybrid. But he is right to assume that Klaus would look after her, and she smiles a bit less out of humor and a bit more out of contentment at the thought.

Not for too long though. Not when they can agree on Angel’s wrinkles, and when Spike laughs the way he does.

“Oh, sure you are. Speaking of people who aren’t saints.” Or maybe she should say monks? Either way, Spike strikes her as one who is much more likely to indulge rather than not, which isn’t always a bad thing. When it comes to random violent urges, however, Cami’s pretty much always going to vote in favor of holding off. “Although I would go calling you a bad guy either. More like an antihero.”