Preaching to the choir, mate. I've spent the better part of a century living in sewers, caves, and crypts, and I've met more solid demons that live in squalor than uppercrust twats that needs a swift boot up their ass.

[Of course, Spike's idea of 'better' and John's might vary. Evil, after all.

That bit of wisdom does make him laugh, shaking his head.]

Vamps don't. Sorry. We're one of the few that don't rent what we munch on. Don't ask. Mystical heebie jeebie whatnot.