Spike was on his way through to the bar for some blood. He'd have preferred it straight from source, but frustratingly that didn't seem to be an option any more, so he was making do.
He spotted the pretty boy bent over on the couch and paused. Might not be a meal there, but he was bored and any distraction after days holed up avoiding bloody demon hunters would be welcome.
He walked over and stood in front of the guy, stance uncertain and ready to run in case this one turned out to be a demon hunter too.