Spike gave her hand a shake before he turned away and started walking further into the room. She looked to be an interesting sort, that was for certain. But he supposed that she was supposed to look that way, since she was a Harry Potter fictional character or whatever the bloody hell it was that people were rambling on about.
"Oh please," Spike scoffed, looking to her money. "I stole this weed. D'you really think I'm going to charge you for it? C'mon."
He probably would have. But she was a Mum and he had to think about her supporting her kid for the future. That way he could steal her kids' weed when the time came.
"Have a sit then, eh?" He started walking toward the couch.