[It's as impressive as he expected, given Spike's power and the amount of time he's presumably spent in establishments like this, whiling away the hours, and he nods his approval, taking another drink of whiskey because he suspects he's going to need it!
And then Spike misses his second shot, and he smirks at Spike's questioning face.
Then pauses to consider how to play this because the speaking only in quotes things could make this quite complicated. Will it be easier to interpret what Spike comes out with if he asks a direct question?
He shrugs.] How about I suggest a topic for you to confess something about? [That should cut down on the confusion. He grins.] Angel.