"I'd give my bloody eyeteeth for a cuppa right now." Mitchell grumbled. That was living with Annie for two years for you. He watched with vague concern as Spike clambered awkwardly to his feet. The bloke didn't look good. He hoped he hadn't just arsed up completely and sent another Vampire on a rampage. But he had thought Spike had seemed to have better control than he did. At least, when it came to draining people dry. Perhaps not when it came to watching his lip...
"Eh." He repeated, raising his eyebrows questioningly when the other man returned, bottle in hand. "Well, you seemed a right moody bugger on the phone," he shrugged. "And misery loves company." Mitchell nodded hopefully towards the bottle in the blonde's hand. "I'm gonna have to keep my head down for a few days, I reckon..."