Mm, better than good, mate. If you were any prettier, I might prove it.

[Smiling, Spike's face morphed back to what John would be more familiar with, his tongue coming out to lick up a smear of red on the edge of his lips. He crooked his arm, elbow out towards his new best friend.]

I can give you a hand back inside. Wouldn't want anyone thinking anything untowards if you go for a spill in the garbage.