Spike gave him a hot glance. "Oh yeah. Nothing quite like seeing someone walking around with two little fang marks in their neck. 'S kind of like a sign saying, 'I made this'!"
He chuckled. "On the other hand, the amount of people around here who'd come straight after me if they saw that, maybe it's for the best that you're not marked!"
He eased himself off the bed and padded over to the minibar. "Want a beer?"