Spike nods distractedly. The way the thing talks just gets more disturbing the more he hears, and he holds his hand back to warn Ein away.

His confidence in the Doctor suffers at the sight of him grabbing the whisk again, but options are limited and he'd rather deal with it now than pay for it later.

"Yeah, on the bed." He slowly inches over to grab it; nothing sudden. Once he has it in hand, he motions to the window. Between the two of them, maybe they can handle it. "Good time for a nap, don't you think?"