Spike grinned at Lane's unease and made a big show of dipping his toast in his blood. Then relented and scoffed the lot. He glugged down the rest of his blood and then reached for the coffee, glancing around at his untidy room.
"Definitely need to get out of here," he decided. "We'll go and find ourselves a nice big room with a nice big tub in a nice deserted part of the hotel. Where we can make as much noise as we like and no-one's going to disturb us."