Holmes takes a cigarette for himself. "May I sit?" He asks.
"Your preference for a room for one," Holmes tells him, striking a match. He lights his cigarette. "Very few people would care to live in a crypt. And your obvious aversion to daylight." He squints smoke out of his eyes. "But mostly, your choice of beverage." He waves a hand at Spike's mug. "I recognise the smell." He frowns. "Should it bother me? You aren't the first vampire I've ever met Spike."