The gesture was certainly a friendly one for someone like Spike. He was becoming more and more reminded of Buffy's kid sister by the minute. Except Dawn couldn't drink quite like Claire could. However, they both did tend to whine. A lot. "Oh, so we're going fifty-fifty now, are we?" Spike wouldn't argue that. It was much better than the original bargain. Without a second thought, he reached forward and knocked the demon that had passed out from his chair before flopping down into it. It was closer to both Claire and the winnings than his prior seat was. Plus, knocking unconscious people around was funny.
"You're a kid," Spike informed her, scooping up a handful of the crumpled bills so that he was able to count out the money properly. He counted a few before peering over at her and shrugging halfheartedly. "But you're all right, I suppose. For a munchkin."