[Jack watches him think and for a minute it looks hopeful but by the time Spike shakes his head he knows he's lost him. Clearly, you can take the man out of the Victorian age, but you can't take the Victorian out of the man.]
Shame indeed. [He smiles ruefully as Spike gets off him and stands up too, missing the weight and the body contact already. He really is a slut for physical contact. He does his best not to show it, though, pulling his usual nonchalance about him like a cloak.]
Ah, well. You know how to contact me if you change your mind. In the meantime… well. Let's just say there doesn't seem to be any shortage of vampires around here. Maybe I can find one who's not so… Victorian.