"I'll bet," Spike replies evenly while reaching for the beer the maid brought in. She's religious too. Somehow that doesn't surprise him.

"Now we just need to decide who goes first." He watches the maid at the hearth, wondering briefly if she'll be listening to the whole thing. Or how much she's already overheard since she started working here. The pay must be good.

"Unless you want to flip a coin."