A devious mind like Ethan's was too good to waste. Chaos for the sheer fun of it had a definite appeal that Spike couldn't deny. Spike cocked his head. It was still early enough . . .
“Right, then. Tell y' what, Rayne. I'll get y' to LA—that should be far enough—you can get patched up there. In return, you'll tell me everything you know about the Watcher.”
Ethan smiled. He'd live to fight another day. What new devilments could he visit on dear old Ripper?

I smell a Fyarl demon a comin' as well as a nice car crash in a Citroen. And this certainly explains how Ethan scampered out of Sunnydale so quickly, very nice.