Disgust washed over Spike's face. Dawn was too much akin to the little sister he'd never had to even start thinking about procreation - if even that had been possible, with a undead vampire's body and all. "What ...No! What are you, thick?" In his opinion, it had to be asked, because well. Squinted eyes scanned the other man and finally, decided to give him a break. "The father is someone from your world. Don't remember his name." Hadn't bothered to, considering that the guy had fallen into the cracks in between worlds or something.
But Dawn had disappeared too, gone off somewhere. He could only hope that she was with her kid, wherever she was. "It's always been about the Slayer." And this time, his whiskey was definitely a bitter pill to swallow. "Not her little sister."