[In his more pitiful moments the dastardly Jack Sparrow can be heard to remark on this very point -- that the true Buffy Summers is so very full of mercy. How strange to regard this doppleganger now. With all the strength of a Slayer, and none of the ethics, Norrington is growing concerned with what this fool might do. Not to James himself, but to others who deserved mistreatment less than he.

But when he had spoken to Buffy herself, the vampire-slayer had noted that she had spoken with Spike at length the night he had landed here. She had caught him up on her life in Luceti, filled him in on the who and the where of the place. Why ever would she do that to this creature, and why admit it publicly? There must be something that Norrington was overlooking. If there were any redeeming qualities to be glimpsed behind that posturing he had not spied them yet.]

I am not so certain. From what I understand of vampires, they hunt and kill for sport. I went so far as to threaten you, yet here I stand. But do not mistake me. I doubt that this is a reflection of your own mercies. No doubt it is Miss Summers' influence.

[He meant that her body was restraining the vampire somehow - that some vestige of the slayer's soul must linger still. Or else perhaps Spike feared her.]