He saw the smile. That was good. A grumpy Slayer was no fun. He preferred the cheerful sort to hold him over. At least until it got too sickening for him to handle. Christ knew he wouldn't stand for any talk of weddings and children. He'd probably off himself first.
"If I were, they're certainly not coming round now," Spike told her, "no one comes in and gives my bird a hard night of it when she's had her ass handed to her." He led her to the back room and to the small bed in the corner. It wasn't much, but it would do for now. It was something he had slept in when they were working on the place. Good for keeping an eye on the morons who were constructing.