[And guess whose thinking about coffee and how nice a leashrely cup in bed along with more smooching would be?]
I'll try to come up with something once I've had my caffeine. [He slips out of bed before Spike can stop him and vanishes into the kitchen for a few minutes. When he does return it's with a mug in hand and a confused look on his face. He feels like something's missing, something they left strewn all over the floor last night. On a hunch he opens the, yes, empty closet.]
I don't suppose you've hidden our clothes somewhere?