"Thanks, mate." He didn't think he'd be cutting his throat just because he was human again. Spike took another gulp of coffee and put it aside before heading for the bathroom. He found the razors. Little plastic disposable things. He could handle that and the can of foam. It wasn't as if he hadn't seen it used before though he'd never needed it. After about five minutes, he managed a decent enough shave. He came out of the bathroom with a small band-aid on his chin. "There, that's better. And I managed not to cut myself so bad that I bled out on your bathroom floor."