No matter how Buffy felt about him, Spike knew how he felt about her. He loved her. Now that he had a soul he could love her like she deserved to be loved. Not that she had to accept it. Not with what he had done to her and wanted to do. That would haunt him for the rest of his life. All he could do was to try and make up for it. It was all anyone could do really, making up for their mistakes or wrongs.
He chuckled a bit and shrugged. "Been alright," he drawled. "Was rather happy to have woken up here at night after the Hellmouth." He figured he didn't need further explanation than that. "Did the class bit with the baddies in this world. Seems they got their own kind of vampires here too. Lot easier to turn." He shrugged. "But outside of that, enjoying that wish I made to not get all on fire and dead from the sun."
Oh sure, he could have wished for the ring that would have made him fully invicible but the problem with that, as Buffy had demonstrated, was it could be ripped off in a fight. Spike would rather not leave that to chance in the sunlight.