He doesn't fight the push, deeming it kind of ridiculous to be stubborn about something that not only will benefit him but that he explicitly asked for. Rolling off Jack, Spike stretches out next to him on the bed, idly watching him undress and only then realizing that they're not in California anymore. Huh, indeed.
"Your place?" He guesses. It seems gaudy enough, the kind of bedroom he'd imagine a guy like Jack having only because it's so goddamn typical. Propping himself up on his elbows he takes it in with a prickle of suspicion, though not enough to kill the rather urgent erection in his jeans.