Ah, sleep. One of Spike's bestest pals in the whole wide world. The sun had only sunk away from the sky a perhaps under an hour prior, so it was only natural to assume that Spike was just finishing off his daily slumber. At least until he heard someone tapping at his door. He slowly rose from his bed, grumbling about something involving tea cozies and underwear, and then walked over to the door and pulled it open. Hair ruffled up a bit, Spike squinted a little as the light from the hall trickled into the dark hotel room. Sleep? It was one thing. Light? Very nasty. Especially since it was extra sensitive to the eyes of a vampire. Blinking a bit, Spike stared off at Buffy for a moment before he waved a hand off at her and retreated back into his dark room.