Spike lifts his eyes to her, miserable expression more sedated from the warm drink. He's still damp, but drying out now. Better than he would have done on his own.

Even then, he shuts himself off a moment later, and sinks his head back into his palm. Throwing him out isn't such a bad alternative to the truth after he's already gotten what he needed. There's no reason to pretend he had another reason.

"The same thing I lost before."