Spike looks at him funny, head still morphed, tilted to one side. "Looks like you're doin' the holdin'...what's the big rush? Thought things were pleasant enough inside..."
He looks around the (thankfully?) empty street. "But there's snacks inside...none out here..." he grins wickedly. "Cept you, o'course...but that would be bad form, wouldn't it?" He leans dangerously close. "Eating one's host and all..."