"I'll admit, part of me does want to shout it from the rooftops." He smirks mischievously. He won't do it, of course, but the urge is still there. He's just that happy. For a moment, he thinks about how glad he is not to be Angel. Spike's not sure exactly what qualifies as perfect happiness, but he wouldn't be surprised if this was it.

"Be bloody difficult to keep it quiet today anyway, considering how things keep just coming out. Plus, Angel'd smell it."