"That's sense," Xel agrees, not having meant that he and Iago could actually make the options they were brainstorming happen anyway. "I'll just set up downstairs." He considers, for a split second, palming Iago a wooden practice knife just because leaving your person unarmed in a room with their species' predator could be considered bad-boyfriendly, but it doesn't seem necessary. Other considerations aside, Spike seems perfectly content to suck at his whiskey.
He shimmers off, setting a couple of stones charged with Ballast Wall* in front of the little curtained nook he and Iago have made privily theirs, and pulls a goodly pile of furs out of one of his pocket dimensions. Some of them are of colors and patterns unknown to animals of this world-time. "All set," he says, reseating himself next to Iago.
* This acts like one of the force fields that doesn't give a person electric shocks, being simply impassable.
Also, Holmes's player has emailed me to say that Holmes would be happy to have Spike come if that's what he decides.