"Not really. Well enough to figure out there's a hell of a lot more there than green hair and a blue suit, but he keeps pretty quiet about his own business."

Adopting a furtive look, he lifts his eyebrows and glances from side to side, as if looking for eavesdroppers before leaning close to Faye, cupping one hand around his mouth. "Between you and me, I don't think he's got much use for organized religion."

Well, but who does? He lifts a hand and sighs a little, as though Spike's heathen nature is a personal pain, but he can't keep it up and grins as he stands, dumping his own smoke into the ashtray.

Regardless, he loses a little of his train of thought when Faye gives him that foxy smile. She's all sweet and guile and smug sexiness, and she's a knockout to boot. "Faye, you read my mind. I'll take those odds anytime."