The smell of fresh human blood was what drew Spike to the intrusion. He stepped out into the hall and instantly spotted Petter and Katara. So they were looking for vengeance then, were they? Spike knew all about vengeance. In fact, he was almost one hundred percent sure that he had invented the phrase. The corner of his mouth tilted upward as Spike moved forward to greet them. They were both dangerous, yes, but so was he. And he had plenty of help inside the mansion to use if things got dirty. Which, from the looks of it, seemed very likely.
Reaching into the pocket of his duster, Spike withdrew a pack of cigarettes and placed a single one between his lips. He set it on fire, pocketed the pack, and grinned. "I'm sorry, I don't remember ordering my dinner for delivery." He tilted his head to the side and blew out a handful of smoke. "But that's okay. I'll take it anyway."