Oh, well. That certainly made sense. Once He's away from most of the crowd, Spike feels... Well, not better, but more stable at least.

Tugging the Carnation-Dahlia combo out of his cat's lapel and crushing it in his hand. "Sodding Fae." Is snarled under his breath. The crushed boutonniere is thrown on the ground and he grinds his boot into it for good measure.