Spike wasn't much for slapping hands. He sort of stared at it instead before he dug into his pocket for another cigarette. He offered her a single out of the pack before lighting up himself. "It's a decent place. There are good people there." Most of which he killed. "You've gone and swapped bodies? What happened to the original?" Spike knew of demons who were capable of doing something like that, but never anyone human. "I'm not so easily scared off." It took a lot to get to Spike. The First Evil posing as a twisted version of Buffy, Passion's getting cancelled...that was about the top of the line so far.
Spike watched her go. It was hard for him to keep his eyes off her, but he managed it. Somehow. And, of course, when she put her arm around him, he stiffened. That only lasted a second. He wasn't all uptight like Angel, after all. He knew how to have fun. He did it all the time. Right? "Bar, actually. But a table works too," he told her after drawing in from his cigarette.