Spike nods. "Yeah, it's me, in all my undead glory. Sorry about, uh, being a stuffy Victorian nancy." And he'd like that to be all that's said on the matter, thank you.

Spike snorts. "I'm almost surprised," he says. "Lorne, less than impeccably dressed. Really must be the end of the world." It might be a joke, but he's not laughing. It isn't funny.