Spike eyed him. Booze, cigar, leather jacket. Yeah. All right. Definiely seemed like the sort of fellow Spike might have sat down and had a drinking contest with, at least. And he probably would have won the damned thing too. "Faith's good for sharing the drugs, yeah," Spike agreed with a grin. "Trading stories and smokes is kind of our thing. Used to do it way back before Sunnydale was a pretty little hole in the ground."
He moved to walk in stride with Logan. Smoke streamed from Spike's mouth as he looked off at Logan, shook his head, and simply said, "Ah. The interrogation. You'd better be supplying me with something decent to drink before I go off and start spilling out the info on anyone."