"Nah, the sex thing is mostly just me," he admits, grinning a little. "It's my comfort blanket. Physical contact, closeness giving the illusion of intimacy, without actually having to share anything real if you don't want to? It's got me through a lot of bad times."
He watches Spike sway, ready to reach out and steady him if he needs it. And quirks a curious eyebrow. "How can you drink enough to set yourself on fire?"