Hello, friend. [Tyki tilts his head back, leaning against the headstone to grin up at Spike. He was starting to wander in his own mind just now, so the invasion of his expected company is warmly welcomed.
He reaches up behind his head to grasp at the bottle with his good hand, pulling it down and then extending it outward.] I told you I'd bear gifts. And I thought maybe you'd miss the taste of me.