Isn't it obvious? [He glanced over at her after throwing a nod to the bartender and tipping back his first warm taste of Space booze. Mmm. Spacey.]

I'm going to lure you back to my place and kill you, then drink your blood.

[He blinked then set his drink down, addressing her more seriously. Well, sort of.]

You asked for company, remember? [Okay, but no... she actually didn't. He had offered.] Just taking you up on your offer.

[Spike pulled out his cigarettes without missing a beat. If he wasn't keeping that spot for 'creep' warm now, he wasn't sure what he was doing. Which actually summed up what he was really doing here. He had no idea.]