Xander shrugged at Spike's comment about his home. It was true. He could have afforded a bigger one if he charged more for for his work, but he was a bit to honest for that a person for that...
Making sure the big blanket was secured over the window to Xander's satisfaction, he inspected it a little before turning back to Spike on the couch. 'Get something to eat' he said. Ugh... He'd go out killing and/or hurting someone. That didn't sit well with Xander, but he had promised... "Sure. Oh, wait..." And he hurried to a bowl with keys in it. Finding the one he was looking for, he throws it at Spike. "Spare-key. I do lock, so..."