"I'd avoid drinking your own, if I were you," Spike said, brow arched as he dropped to his haunches and smeared a fingertip through the puddle.

"Apart from being pathetic, it doesn't do much to quell the hunger." Eyes on Mike's face, he sucked his fingertip past his lips, licking it clean. Whatever rules they had about no longer using Mike as a personal drinking fountain, this certainly didn't count, did it?