Spike kept singing for a few moments, unaware that anyone real was there. Or anyone he wasn't potentially hallucinating.
Then he heard the question, and stopped singing.
"That'd be the half of it," he said. He hummed the song he was just singing, trying to decide if this was a real being or another trick he was playing on himself.
She was quite pretty. Not human. He didn't hear her blood, and she didn't smell human. This was interesting. She must be one of those other ones. Like Dracula. And Lestat. He'd only ever met Dracula, though. Bugger owed him money.
His eyes looked sad, and half-excited at the same time. Maybe she could help.