It's what does kill you that's the fun part. Was for me, anyway.

[Was that an offer? It might have been the start of one. Spike certainly wouldn't mind not being the only vampire he was familiar with here. Oh, he'd seen and heard of others, but they weren't right. Not like him.

Besides, flippant or not, Spike could see the way he carried himself. The aches that proved he'd lived through something worse. The mocking darkness in the back of his eyes. It was always a little odd to see death in the eyes of a human. Well, one that wasn't a Slayer. It made them almost kin, in his mind.

When John raises his glass, Spike does the same, grinning crookedly as he gave the man a solid nod.]

Might as well. No sense in moping. Not going to get me anywhere, is it?

[He tossed back the contents of the glass in one long swallow, setting it down and wiping a little trickle away from the corner of his mouth.]

So, they give you a ridiculous job when you got here too?