Spike places the plates down (omelettes at night, all right by him, but why they had wanted tofu in it, yuck...) in front of the tittering teenage girls. Once they've assured him they needed nothing else at the moment (all while giggling and blushing), he heads back towards the bar, where he continues to watch Xellos. Hasn't said anything to him since he came in, but he knows his presence has been noticed. He's just waiting (no, not itching) for the inevitable confrontation.