"Yeah.  I do."  Spike takes a puff.  The temptation just to leave the answer there was very great, since that's all she asked.  "Would you rather I sleep in the same bed with you today or not?  I'm good either way."  Which was a lie.  He hated sleeping alone.  Hated *being* alone.  Which why he had put up with the scorn of a bunch of humans.  Because the alternative, really being alone, was even worse.