Spike's eyes slid sideways with the movement of the man, resting on Jesse's face as the laughter stopped. He picked up his now full glass and turned it in his hand.
"So, tell me friend...."
He smirked, and the smirk was sideways, too. "...if I tell you I'm feelin' peckish, that dear little William you just sent packin' was keeping the hunger on a leash in a way that only a famine victim might be able to understand..."
He took the drink in one gulp and set the glass back on the table with a clack.