He instantly crashed into the ground below. Cursing, Spike rubbed at the back of his head (which had unfortunately slammed into the ground during his fall), and clambered back onto his feet with a bit of a sway. "You," he pointed at her, doing his best to keep his vampire face from showing, "Are a very bad girl. And you're also a witch, aren't you?" He pointed to the chair, then nodded off to his drink. "Easy magic, I hear. Willow could do that stuff in her sleep." That being said, he waved to the bartender for his drink and leaned against the bar for support.
As he waited, he glanced over his shoulder and simply said, "You're obviously a psycho of a witch who has been watching Star Wars with Xander and Andrew and possibly even Angel one too many times. I am so terribly sorry for what they've done to you, but don't turn me into a frog, all right? I've got to finish my drink right now."