Spike smirked as he watched the bigger man teetering towards bed, then follow and sighed slightly, straightening him a bit so he wouldn't cramp and tossing a blanket over him loosely. "Been called worse, mate," he muttered.
When Christine addressed him he turned back swiftly, though the question made him hesitate and glance at the little bundle. "Er... alright," he said, slowly walking over and offering his hands out as if he were begging more more porridge.