[If he could read those thoughts he'd make a comment about poetry. Honestly he should have guessed at that hobby sooner, with the way Spike always talks about things. So much romance and drama. Both of which are things he loves right now. And really why sit here and play coy? They both know what they want. For him to lean in and bring their lips together, confident and possessive, mixing the tastes of coffee and whiskey and blood. Look at that, he didn't even have to get drunk this time.]