Wow, he just asked for something and... it happened. Spike tries not to marvel at that visibly, eyes snapping back down to his makeshift napkin bandage. Another piece of evidence that not everyone had to treat him like a dog or a tool or any certain way. This guy... well. He treats Spike like he's a guy, too. Which shouldn't inspire such deep feelings of -- anything; it shouldn't inspire any sort of feeling at all.

"They also go by Scoobies. You should be flattered, right? That whole thing..." Spike waves a hand and slowly trusts himself again to make eye contact. "And if they do it right, no one knows they've done anything at all. So I doubt you've seen 'em at any sort of detective convention."