Alright, alright. He pants happily as he rolls back to his belly so he can stand. He stretches a little as he does, giving a pleased groan. Come on, Spike. Let's hit up Stan.

For once, he might actually not feel too guilty about pulling the kind man's heartstrings. They were definitely in a bind, and a pair of opposable thumbs willing to feed them and give them somewhere warm to stay was better than being hungry and out in the cold.