The beam of light was hitting right about the center of Spike's chest, between the nipples. Right in the spot a stake should go. That was just lovely, really.
"Bollocks," he muttered. He didn't bother throwing the cigarette away, or trying to get inside, or any of that. If whoever this ponce was wanted to shine a goddamn light on him, there was just no point.
"Okay," he half-yelled. "Enough. What're you pokin' about for?"