"Bloody right it is." Spike mumbles, obviously still a little dazed and crazed, and pouting like a petulant child.
As the ride progresses, he calms, though avoids looking directly at Holmes and his arteries.
"Sorry. I think I distracted you from your testing..." he chuckles, "I think that woman definately put something higher grade into those brownies..." His stomach growls and he stares harder out the window.