Spike didn't reply, to either of them, which was a reply enough in itself. Faced with looming interrogation, he did what he always did. He downed what remained of his drink, stood up, and headed for the door -- except he picked the one in the opposite direction. It was a good thing he knew his way around the entrances to the place.

So what if that made him a melodramatic house guest, or that neither of them deserved to get cut off. There were some things they were worth being spared from.