"I can be scary if I want to," Spike pointed out. "I've got fangs and one hell of a growl to match." That said, he started packing the weed together. It had been a while since he'd smoked anything beyond cigarettes, so Spike found that he was actually looking forward to it. Beer was one thing. This? An entirely different matter.
...but combining the two? Hey! That was an idea!
"Oh, don't be a wuss," Spike said with a grin. "I'm sure she's all right. From what I've seen of her anyway. But if she turns into a problem, we'll just off her and all. Make it nice and quick."
He considered fetching some vodka, then shrugged and looked to Tonks. Of course, before he could get a word out, someone started knocking at the door. "It's open!" He called. "And mind the light when you come inside!" Spike fumbled about his pockets for a moment before he retrieved his lighter. Then he tilted it off toward the pipe, lit up, and took a drag. Passing it off to Tonks, he stood from the couch and wandered off to the kitchen, nodding to Ruby as he went. He didn't release until he reached the counter, where he latched onto the bottle and a few shot glasses.