Spike roared with laughter at that.  "You're a woman after my own heart, Raven."  He slid his duster off and carefully laid it on his bed.  His most prized possession, he tried to keep it close at hand.  He took off his Docs and then started exploring the room.  Two double beds, not bad, a couple of worn vinyl-padded chairs, a little table, and a chest of drawers.  And, of course, the TV.  He turned it on and flipped channels out of boredom, lighting up a cigarette and swigging from his open bottle.