"I like ghosts," said Mitchell mildly. "Least they don't go dying on you. I used to live with one. And a werewolf." He lit up his second cigarette and reached back for the booze. He plucked the bottle from Spike's hand and took another deep drink. It pooled in his stomach, which shouldn't have done anything to calm it but actually made him feel a little better. Probably because his body had a clue what it was being fed this time.
He snorted, smoke billowing from his nostrils. "You ever tried to get stains out of satin sheets?" he asked, deadpan. "Anyway, I make a point not to have sex anywhere that doesn't have a fire exit or heating." He smirked at Spike and shoved the bottle back in the blonde's direction.
"So you going to tell Selene about my little moment of weakness?" He kinda wanted to know if he should be expecting a visit from a very angry, very old Vamp. Even if apparently Spike was 'in charge' now, and the very idea of that made him smirk around his cigarette.