Spike chuckles and follows her in, closing the door behind him. "Good thing we've both got so much stamina." He's glad to be in the room too. As much as it's difficult to think past touching her in as many ways as he can, he also doesn't particularly want to be interrupted or watched, and like he said, he is looking forward to being with her in her room, on her bed.

He pushes her gently towards the bed, pushing his hands under her shirt. "I love you, Buffy. Everything about you. I just-- you're unbelievably amazing. If I make you feel special, it's only because you are. There's no one like you. Not even nearly."