Spike knew the feeling. Except in his case he didn't really have to look at himself. But knowing that the same person; the same body that he was using now had been responsible for the deaths of so many people. Well, it was pretty fucking annoying. "Nothing you can really do about it, love. Except deal." Something they both had to do, he expected. "Or consider not putting mirros up around the house. But then you're bound to catch a glimpse of yourself in some shop window while passing or in a muddy puddle and then where would you be?" Spike ran a hand through his bleached hair and finally looked at her straight in the eye. "Funny thing the past. Always stays with you when it's supposed to be left behind. And it's always the worst of it." Always.
He instantly brightened at the suggestion. "Works for me. But the next round is on me, yeah?" He didn't want anyone saying he couldn't pay for a few drinks. Especially not a bird.