[He's a mess but he doesn't particularly care right now about that or about lowering the health code rating of this establishment as he grabs a few napkins off the table and cleans himself up as best he can. It takes a minute to locate all of his clothes since they're scattered across the bar. Plus there's the fact that he keeps getting distracted by the need to plant another kiss on Spike's lips or cheek or brush his fingers across his arms or chest in between putting articles of clothing on.]
It was even better like that, without them messing with us like they did last time. [Right? No messing going on today. They did this all on their own.]