"Murder...rehab??" He snorts. "Isn't that just prison? Couldn't possibly be related, not like I'm about to father any kids. So, yeah, quirk of the universe, I guess."
Spike considers a moment. "Some demons, they play poker for kittens instead of money. Different ones do different things with their winnings." He glances at Jack. "Not that long a story after all, I guess." He smiles.