"Spike." Dry and crackling with a warning. Clearly, she didn't appreciate her hyperbole being so easily word-warped. "I'm not gonna fight to make your believe it. That'd be condescending to the both of us. But I'm a big girl -- it's not your job to approve of who I date or don't date. And it's not my job to explain it to you."

Her voice wasn't accusatory. She understood that Spike wasn't asking her to explain a damn thing.