Spike gladly took the free smoke. Spending so much cash on cigarettes was exactly the thing that was putting him down at the pit of the money hole recently. That and the pigs blood and booze. "So you're going to ask me questions that you hope I have answers to, is that?" Well, there was no extra work required there, was there? Plus Spike could always lie if he didn't want to spill anything about something. He was good at that. "Fine. Fire away."
"Valuable, eh? How valuable?" Not that he was going to sell it or anything. He was just curious. Maybe the old Spike would have. But not him. He was a bit smarter than that.