"Don't blame you," he agreed. He didn't quite grin, those gestures were saved for people like Buffy and Dawn, but his mouth twitched up briefly. The gesture never quite touched his eyes, but few pleasant things ever did. He got around that by rarely looking people in the eye. For instance, as his mouth twitched up in what might have been a grin if it had been wider and less lazy, he was sweeping his gaze out over the possible drink choices. He settled, at last, on his old reliable Jack Daniels whiskey. He also settled on a glass rather than a shot.
These days, he wasn't really sure how to respond to gratitude, so he just pretended not to notice the smile. Instead, he focused on downing the three shots that had been poured into his glass and then refilling it himself. That done, he turned to look at her. "Everybody needs to get out, sometimes." He studied her a moment before speaking again. "My advice? Don't watch any more of those things unless you have to." He hadn't watched the show surrounding Buffy, and hadn't even considered watching the one about that Angel vamp. He knew what he needed to know about the latter, and it felt wrong to watch the one about Buffy.