[All hell hath broke loose and Spike is being quite scarce. He tried to pull the whole 'hit the books' routine that usually ends up with him being annoyed and Red finding whatever they were looking for. Since Willow wasn't here to be the Giles of the broken gang, well, needless to say his efforts were fruitless. He occupied himself finding what rooms he could actually step into and what rooms were obviously owned when he came across an open door. A curiously open door. The sight inside, however, made him smirk.]

Well, this is amusing, innit? Wondered where they were keepin' your sorry corpse. Half thought they staked you, but then, you'd just come back, wouldn't you?

[He leaned against the door frame, the wickedly amused grin set firmly in place. Yeah, he'd be hanging out a while. Christmas cheer and evil monsters forgotten for the time being in favour of something so much more entertaining.]

Made a bloody mess of things, you did. [Gloaty Spike is gloating, yep.]