Satisfied that the soul was gone - and how could it be there in the face of that laughter? - Jesse moved back around to the front of the couch and sat down. Picked his drink back up. Had a look at Spike, and decided it was best to wait until the vampire had it out of his system.

He wasn't any more worried about Spike now than he had been when there'd been a soul involved.

He did wonder how it felt, the difference. But that seemed somehow impolite to ask.

Instead, he just leaned forward, poured more alcohol into both their glasses, and sat back to wait it out.

Likely, he'd have some explaining to do to some of his closer neighbors.