He wasn't terribly surprised when Buffy hauled them both into her room. Whatever, Spike would make a show out of his visit by strutting all across the lobby wearing his prized smug look. He wanted Angel to show up, too, that way he could rub the fact that he was the one that Buffy favored right into his stupid, pasty, oddly shaped face. Along with some laughing because, quite honestly, Spike felt that he had a lot to laugh about now that he was back in his right state of mind again. Fucking spells and magic and Harry Potter bullshit. If anyone tried to steal his brains again, he'd be the one doing all the slaughtering. Spike didn't care if he had to break into Wolfram & Hart himself - he downright refused to become a little bitch boy all over again. Forget it.
Right now, however, he'd much rather focus on the reason he was here at Hero Hotel in the first place. He'd worry about his mocking and revenge later.
Spike placed a hand to the space on the door just beside Buffy's head, practically pinning her in place. He hardly appeared to hold any interest in moving too far away from her, so he chose to maintain as tiny of a distance between the two of them as he was physically capable. Naturally, that meant that he was invading her personal space in every way he knew how. "Want to hit who? Me? Then what's stopping you?" There was already a smirk on his face, something that Spike couldn't seem to keep at bay whenever he was around Buffy. "I was already planning for my next brain scramble. How do you feel about a pirate? Yes? No? You'll think on it?"
He got another kiss. This time, much more gentle. Spike wouldn't complain: anything and everything that Buffy offered, he would gladly take. He liked being here with her. In fact, Spike was entirely certain that she was the only reason he hadn't gone off the deep end by now in the first place. With the last string of different aged Buffy's being entirely out of their heads, it was nice finding the one that knew and appreciated him for what he was. She felt like the right Buffy. The one he'd been waiting to see ever since he had gotten back from the amulet he'd been trapped inside in the first place. "And here I was thinking that you'd like me playing Mr. Hero. What happened? Was I stealing your spotlight? Make you jealous?" He reached up to push some of the damp hair out of her face. The teasing was just a front. There was something far more gentle underneath. It seemed that Buffy was the only one who was ever able to see it.