"Try this," she murmured and tossed him a small silver zippo. Upon learning that they might be here for the evenings, she had fetched it from the bottom of a drawer. It had been salvaged from Spike's apartment -- not his original lighter, no. One found here. But it would do when older styles of fire-starting were not so practical.

Buffy scuffed her shoes against the ground. What a miserable, musty place. But still not as bad as a sewer. "And I'm not really surprised -- see above re: you being tempted."