Spike's expression is as flat as ever. 'Come get your lunch'? And just when he'd gotten that image of chewed up faces out of his mind.

"Did you hear-?" He interrupts himself as he turns and spots the gross alien thing watching them. See? Calling it worked. Good plan, Spike.

He nods his head towards the bookcase. (Because what else can he do? The plan sort of falls short right around this part.) "Keep talking. Tell it to take a nap or something."