"You do have to," Spike replied as casually as possible, "you ruined my first one. It was rude. And since we're all living here together in paradise, I suggest you get on making me a new one before a vampire decides to get angry enough to ruin it for you." If there was one thing that Spike could say for himself, it was that he was very possessive of what was his. That drink had been his. He wanted a new one immediately.
"You were waiting for someone because you're lonely," Spike scoffed, "do I have to bloody well spell it out for you or shall I send you a more detailed letter on the subject through the mail? I can see it in your eyes. You're lonely. And if you don't do something about it sooner or later, you're going to turn out to be a cold, bitter, poor excuse of a human being -" He cut himself off and shook his head. "Sorry, I was talking as though there was actually hope for you. It looks like I'm already too late."